The Crooked Day Poem by andrei schwartzman

The Crooked Day



It was a beautiful warm day.
Everybody was happy and glad.
Then the sun quickly went away.
The people were then depressed and sad.

Then the day got miserable and cold.
Family’s and couples started to go inside.
It was a afternoon that was just as great as gold,
but then people started to hide.

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