Saturday Night.

Saturday Night.

A Poem by The poet that don't know it

Rainy night. A Saturday one. 
Alone.
Why's it raining?
Hell if I know, just is.
Raining hard now.
Alone.

© 2016 The poet that don't know it


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The poet that don't know it
The poet that don't know it

Arlington, VA



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My name is Ian, I've never done much writing, but I'm happy to try my hand. I'm 14, and go to an all boys school in DC. more..

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