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a George poem.... For all prisoners wonder, Wonder why, wonder
a George poem.... For all prisoners wonder, Wonder why, wonder die, Wonder will tomorrow come, Wonder will the world still run. Best to wonder right...

The Sand Poet [Part II] The middle aged and in good shape
The Sand Poet [Part II] The middle aged and in good shape accountant strolled into his office at quarter to nine as always. There were files stacked...

Love on Any Street Everything came to an end so fast. It was
Love on Any Street Everything came to an end so fast. It was Jeffs last week at Trenton penitentiary. Hed done so well the five years he spent there....

Back Street III She reached behind her, reached hard,
Back Street III She reached behind her, reached hard, stretching out for her metal crutches. She gripped them in her hands, locked them beside her wr...

Back Street It was a street lost within a large city. Houses
Back Street It was a street lost within a large city. Houses all ordinary brown, the front steps all having the same shape. There were also back yard...

Fever There was no sound around him, only an array of city
Fever There was no sound around him, only an array of city sounds danced out of step through one of the suites window. Open high leaping in late morn...

Ah, the Prison Night Ooh, you again, why me, why me? Im a
Ah, the Prison Night Ooh, you again, why me, why me? Im a prisoner so long, there are more and many, let me sleep in peace, let me sleep! Sorry, so...