No title by Michael James

Sitting in a cold cell.
I really don't think this is going so well.
I think I'd rather be in hell.
If I could only out of this cell.
At night I don't sleep so well.
In this god awful cell.
And one day I know I'll say farwell.
To this cold lonly cell.

By: Michael A James 6/5/06

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