'Twas
© By Leroy R. Allen
'Twas the midnight hour,
Chimes from the clock tower.
She stood under the sreet light,
Sorta tight but was dressed right.
'Twas on the corner of no place,
Just a girl with a painted face.
She smiled with a tear in her eye,
A limousine slowly drve on by.
'Twas her sixteenth birthday,
First time out, what could she say?
She was a runaway from abuse
Now caught up in the game of misuse.
'Twas not her choice for livin'
Only taking what was given.
She kinda knew what was in store,
The limo stopped... Her first score.
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