Prison Yard Poem by Lamar Cole

Prison Yard



Mitch ran the streets trying to be hard.
Stole a few cars and ended up in a prison yard.
He used his time wisely and got a degree.
He made himself a good life when he was set free.

Sunday, June 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: prison
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