Ordinary ...
Went for a walk in the ghetto
a grom has left his bride for a drink
loud laughter behiend the door
young chicks smoking the big one on the corner
ready to go down town
the baby crying for her mom
the fifth child with no dad
a mother screams out loud
take your gun and shout another
still it's an ordinary evening
seems like a ordinary evening
Short story by Chrystaliris
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Written on 2008-06-13 at 09:14
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