The Stolen Car Poem by Daniel McCann

The Stolen Car



Driving past in the car he stole
Wearing his expensive suit
Staring out the window
The hoodys stand in their group

Causing nothing but trouble again
Just stood outside the corner shop
No where to go but the rain
They watch the car it doesnt stop.

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