Poem by David Guillotte
Day after day
Night after night
There's always people playing
and theres always a fight
I was walking through the streets one day
I saw adults but mostly children
It was the month of May
None with a pencil or a pen
I told myself it couldn't be
But the truth is it's reality.
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