slum streets

Posted: January 23, 2012 by ROH in biography, Countries, Event, festivals and remembrance, Globe, poetry, Schoolwork
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The crying of a hungry baby.
The singing of a drunken man.
The fear of a lonely lady.
And the dog that barked for ham.
Some kids worked all day.
None of them could even play.
Kids played with whatever they could find.
Jump in puddles and trees they could climb.

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Comments
  1. roo says:

    in the last line i ment jupped in puddles and trees they could climb

  2. INC says:

    Ah this was you, roo. Good stuff, with nice use of rhyme.
    Next time you could experiment with using a set rhythm, and see if what effect that creates.

  3. ROH says:

    I really really really really enjoyed this piece of work from the first line that you wrote I had a smile on my face so much so that I didn’t notice that there was a mistake on the last line. VERY GOOD JOB

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