Little Old Black Man Poem by Christina C Sunrise

Little Old Black Man



Little old black man picking up trash
he was a kind sould I can tell you that.
He said 'No matter how much I pick up,
there is always more, more than enough.'
It's true and it's a sad fact-
how people throw trash out the window
like the Earth was a trash can.

Saturday, June 1, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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Written by Christina C. Sunrise on May 11,2012
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Christina C Sunrise

Christina C Sunrise

Elizabeth, New Jersey
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