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Neighbor Night
Neighbor Night
By: Angela Naranjo
Where is he going?
I followed him.
He ended up at the bar!
He was sinning in
front of people.
Playing jazz with his
trumpet and his band.
Playing pool with
all of the neighbors.
When he came back in
he stated to smoke
in front of the kids.
I thought to myself:
they are gonna get sick.
He will never be forgiven.