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Feb 2018
Jazz,
Only element that can get us through and bring us all together
The sound of the trumpet and trombone.
Even through the toughest time,
We all come together
And forget our rough day.

Maybe,
Tomorrow we can be seen like the others,
Not being watched over and having all eyes on us.

The police officer and that dog always are around.
Can we not have a night without them?
Sorry we are all different yet still the same.
this poem is framed around the picture "Saturday Night Street Scene" By Archibald Motley
Written by
izzy z  16/F
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