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Strangers
Strangers
By: Tanaysha Littles
My community is full of people.
There’s strange people.
I think some strangers are nice,
Some strangers are mean.
They look at me strange,
They look at me with a smile.
But really it don’t matter
because they’re still stranger.
I won’t know the truth until
they become friends.