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Fool With A...

Lived my whole life In a black neighborhood, Got no problem with that, Matter of fact, was quite good Rarely a problem, or for at least a long time, The memories of that town, I cherish as mine... Way back in the sixties, Just around the block Was John's Tavern... It was culture shock... At 16 or so, We'd be sipping a beer Shooting some pool And home was so near $2 would keep you amused for a night, And never therein, Did I witness a fight... One feisty black man, I can hear his voice now... When winning at pool... How he would So proudly create quite a row... "Fool With A Stick!" This he would bray I can hear it inside, Till this very day... But now I've gone, Around once too long, And if he was alive, This would be his song; "Fool With A Bic!" "Fool writting words "Fool with a Bic "Fool for the Nerds!"

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