August 29, 2011
By Anonymous

Oh the night time air,
How it flows here and there.
Where it goes no one knows
But when it flows it always goes
to those who need it most.

Oh the night time scene,
How we scream for all the mean
that happens night to night.
Without the foes that call us shmoes
There would be no good intentions.

The author's comments:
this piece was solely written to help me pass my english class

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