John Hall Poet Free verse

Beneath the Trees

I was walking with a frend at nite . Beneath the trees , wair thair was no lite .
On soft wet ground , that sank , beneath our feet , we sunk in quicksand ,
That wuzzint deep .

I was walking home, from a hockey game . & all the fans thair ,  knew of our fame ! 
We used our sticks 2 escape the sand . And soon were back up on the land .

We reached the streets , b-4 the rest , prooving 2 them , we was the best ! 
And pretty soon , we reached our homes , awaiting toomarroe ,
Win next weed Rome , walking with a frend at nite . Beneath the trees ,
Wair thair is no lite ! ...

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