It was a cold dark night, snowing in Russia on the tall buidling I was standing on I had my weapon with me the Russian mob boss had just came out of his vehicle he slowy walked to a building as I slowly pull the trigger.

please comment this blog post one of the poems I just thought in school. rate out 1/10 etc.

                                                       -Cody Rose

                                                                    8:10 PM/9/5/06