Broken down, crumbling, some stop to say it's sad
The wall that only ever said
Ten cent cigars.
Bankrupt, clerk went home, nobody really cared
There's other places to get
Ten cent cigars.
All alone, dying slow, as people hurry by
Maybe it should have offered more than
Ten cent cigars.
A contest entry
- My First Contest - Picture Inspired by guttermouth.
450 points, ended September 2, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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A good entry... I really liked the rhythm of this as it stayed fluid throughout. Thank you for entering this contest!

