I was passing the *interchange,
And a lady came to me;
She said she helps young ex-convicts,
And wants me to help chip in.
I took out my wallet first,
Then gave her a note of five bucks;
She thanked me for my good deed,
And I also felt good.
Haha, just had the mood to write some poetry, doesn't really rhyme though...
(* Refers to Bus Interchange)
