Iron Mouth Spears
He did got the cracks
Kept tightly close racks
Sold roughly in cash
Bought iron mouth spears
Puncture foes into tears
Guys them want dough
Don't weigh the load
Tomorrow's cold
Somewhat unfold
Bold trigger
Sold smugglers
Cold fingers
money
Penny
Coke.
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
11/5/2020
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