Woke up late. Rushed to make it to breakfast. Saw a surprise on my tray: right there was a thick slice of cold cantaloupe. It was perfectly ripe and juicy. The meal got even better when two guys at my table offered me their slices of cantaloupe too. I hadn't eaten cantaloupe in 22 years. Can't wait to tell my mom— she loves cantaloupe.
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AuthorPaul Pommells has been an inmate of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation for more than twenty years, and has learned much about himself, his fellow inmates, and where one can find the hope and power to change. Poetry Corner
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