The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

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This poem is based off of a murder that happened when my mother was on college. A point of view based on the man they put behind bars; a man who was not guilty. A man who was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. [Please no one get mad at me for writing this poem. I have no where else to write and my family can not be trusted. I write from my heart and I do my best to write the truth. Thank you for understanding.]
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