Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Another Saturday Night
The young ones go out,
Out of sheer boredom,
Out they go, into the night,
Moving, not sitting still,
They will drink, dance, fight,
Moving they will meet,
Whatever is in-store for them
On the funky-dark city street...
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