The New Guy Poem by john fraire
The New Guy
Looking at the phone shakeing n woundering if his work will make impact on someone life.Sweat drops from his face down his lips down to the group.splash is all he hear in the room.can he handle this kind of pressure? trying to focus on his work.but he begin to over think his self.he breath in slowly trying to write a poem for a new website.hopefuly this make him a better poet.will just have to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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