Concrete Jungle Poem by Tatum Wessling

Concrete Jungle

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The Concrete Jungle
Buildings in the sky so high
A harsh sun beating down

Glares coming from windows
The phones ringing off the hooks
No grass grows en route

People walk down low
Angry voices from above
The Concrete Jungle

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