John Davidson

Rookie (Atlanta, Georgia)

Atlanta Born, Atlanta Raised - Poem by John Davidson

Seen as a southern teen living for the moment,
no one expected that a close friend slept in a tent.
Taking his life for granted and living his life for the danger,
always waved and said hello to all and any strangers.
Fighting for a cause and standing up tall,
he would rush to aid any body who had called.
A young boy grew into a teen and next an adult,
friends and family thought it was all his fault.
Made it into the city and found himself a job,
the career was awesome but had a mean manager named Bob.
Saw a hot girl she was a high school sweetheart,
helped her with papers and business charts.
She grew to love him and she wanted to pack,
but he stopped her and took her to make out in the back.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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