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Pick Pocket

Light-fingered Louie was at it again this morning. Wished he would have a real job and not be a pick pocket type of person. Sometimes he leaves me alone, he goes shoplifting instead. Here he comes again wished I could tell him to get his, hand out of my pocket, my master whoever they may be today does not like it gone bit. wrote 4-11-07

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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