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YOU CAN'T TELL A BOOK BY ITS LOVER He called himself the king of the street and so did all the people he'd meet after all, anyone who has what you want is king and one must bow down and kiss his ring if you were dope sick the man was a healer and so you headed straight for the dealer after all there comes a time when you admit defeat and that's why he was called “King of the Street” he had no heart and business always came first and his patrons didn't know it but they became cursed cursed by a king who had no heart or sympathy and treating his subjects with apathy one day a neighbor of the king looked out the window and lo and behold what do you know the king was a cross dresser is what the neighbor had seen so I suppose instead of king he should be dubbed queen © 2012.....copy right PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Date: 9/12/2012 1:41:00 PM
Nice poem with nice rhyming! It must be from a nice poet. Really good. I enjoyed reading it. Have a good night, Khalid
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Date: 9/11/2012 1:51:00 PM
Very funny! Nice tale... Terry
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