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[title] => One day at the old neighborhood!
[time] => 2004-02-10 12:05:28
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[bodytext] => Sitting in a room Trying to relax, The sun is just backing the room to unpleasurable, temperatures The windows open Just for a breeze of air Hearing people on the side walk speaking It’s not English but Spanish Most of them hear Sell or do drugs All of a sudden it’s quiet This was strange because it’s never quiet their. Then out of no were Numerous gun shots awaken While looking out the window, A group of teenagers, Firing guns at each other, Like it was target practice. People screaming, Bullets flying by, Hitting them, Tearing flesh A bullet penetrates In the back of a head Blood gushes from behind. No one dear’s to go out side, As a bullet passes a shooter, It hits a man in the chest, Knocking him to his back. Cops finally come, But their to late, Each kid flees. Some are left dead, Others are wounded, The gentleman lives, Lucky him, For others were not so lucky. By: Adam Pomerleau [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 25 [informant] => deablo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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