Our Corner
On our corner
I wait for the gang
Happiness is spread
with a twist of words
Profainty here
a little violence there
but it doesn't matter
for we don't care
People may wonder
even try to ponder
"Where do these kids
get there energy to stand there?"
But the answer is simple
so very simple
You would have passed it
standing there
Our energy is our joy
never ending smiles
ever-lasting jokes
past with a look
or even a touch
This is what
joy feels like
and you can feel it too
at our corner
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