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Poem: Feelings towards my city

I remember the smell of the taco stands, The way the sky looks when the sun sets, The feeling you get when you find something on the street. When it’s already hot at 7 a.m., you know the heats going to bare down the entire week.
<a href="https://highschool.latimes.com/author/jcano011/" target="_self">Jose Cano</a>

Jose Cano

December 5, 2017

I remember the smell of the taco stands,

The way the sky looks when the sun sets,

The feeling you get when you find something on the street.

When it’s already hot at 7 a.m., you know the heats going to bare down the entire week.