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A Dying Wish

Mr. Policeman: I, Georgie beg of thee ... may I pull my neck out from underneath your knee Dear, Mama: I have a nervous boy Floyd feeling something fatal is ‘bout to happen to me Mr. Policeman: Badge rudely, you trigger temper ask how do me premonition know of a fearful, teary future gravely cast I see a [s]mothering vision asphyxiating me And I’m all choked up, crying fetal prone feebly: “ I can’t breathe!” “ I can’t breathe” “ I can’t breathe” Mr. Policeman: Tho’ your blue mercy leaves me inhalation hope empty I, Georgie beg of thee ... please let me whisper goodbye to my deceased mother with premature burial grief

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