Seward

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By Invisible Poet

This town can be a haven, or a hell it can be an eternity of time a traditonal place, still ringing the noon bell Cars running down the streets covering them with grime Tourists by the boat-load clogging our cities streets but it is these peoples green gold that cause us, with smiles to greet we are a money hungry town our youths set free to roam none of us wish to be awarded crown we just want you to leave our home

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May 10, 2010 13:13Convalescence

This is good.

May 11, 2010 18:48Billy Joe

its a good poem john B. aight write back on gmail or yahoo aight john your bro Billy Joe Aaron Wardlow

June 15, 2010 08:28suzieQ

omg i love it. nicely rhymed but then again i can always rely on you for that cant i ;)

August 27, 2010 15:25Ashley Reneë *Raining Tears*

Wow, this is ahh-mazing. Im serious. (: