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Adam Molina Poem
In a town without a clock
Sounds of screaming then a gun shot
Panic sturs, call the cops
One by one bodies drop
For a moment time will stop
In a town without a light
People stur and people fight
People scared to come out at night
In a town without glory
Begins a tale of a sad story
When will the story end!?
Copyright © Adam Molina | Year Posted 2009
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Adam Molina Poem
There is a man that no one likes
He's been standing out in front of my house for several days now
I wish that he would go away
My grandmother has become very sick
My nerves are shot and the man outside does not help
One night i woke up to a shrilling breeze that left me the chills
When I went back to bed I noticed a bottle of pills on my night stand
With night covering me with its silk blanket I paid them no mind
The next morning the mysterious man was gone
Grandma! Grandma!
Copyright © Adam Molina | Year Posted 2009
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Adam Molina Poem
There was a time
When I was young
Playing games, making jokes, laughing
There was a time
When my parents once cared
Before I grew up
There was a time
When the sun would shine
It seems lately darkness has overlapped my life
There was a time
When I was strong
Ask any man in Billow's County
But now I'm old
Not as strong as I used to be
They try to keep me locked away
There was a time when I was free
That unfortunate day
Leaving me only myself, locked away
Copyright © Adam Molina | Year Posted 2009
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