Here’s a kid on the corner
Looking for spare change
His hands are dirty
His eyes are red
The fire that burned in his belly
Now burns in what’s left
Of his head
There’s no piece in the pipe
Rocks don’t grow on trees
Author notes
Written September 15th, 2006
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Interesting poem i liked it but i dont really get the last line really i know what you mean to say just blind to why you put rocks. Prob come to me later. Anyways Great poem i like how you used the fire in your poem. Good write keep it up xXJacquiX
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