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Monday, January 10, 2011

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This is a poem that I wrote.


it is late
and traffic is slow.
thousands of drivers
blare their horns
all of these people
have different stories
different histories
different backgrounds
different religions
different political views
different ethnicity
different pains
different morals
different ideals
different worlds
but one thing
that they all have in common
is a desire to see their families
to visit loved ones
to get home

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