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Dead Rascal

Alive and given a destiny Love of parents was in mutiny Grew up in a cold slum Had a choice, every Sunday the church would come Life was lived on the highway His spirit died he lived without The Way He is the "man", but with no brain Playing stunt on top of a moving train The devil dashed him the final blow See his sober dead body like a cat's mew

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/8/2016 12:02:00 AM
John, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/10/2016 3:21:00 PM
Hello Johnson, I enjoyed reading your excellent poem today. Thanks for sharing SKAT
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