Chief Linked With Thief
The poor man is still in grief;
He was being linked with a thief!
A real big blow to A Chief…
Thrice he’d tried a spiced-up beef
But the glad bites turned out brief;
“Spreading wide is wrong belief;
To that beef holds no relief.”
He’d be leaving for some reef,
There to not be reaching beef:
Agreed place of his exile;
To stay there not for a while…
No one wants again his guile…
His case files: Stacked-high pile.
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