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The Emancipaton of Young Emmett

Emmett was a man of malignant mien The crazy son of his saint of a mother A callous hooligan, cruel but keen Acumen and class matched by no other Drawn to the drink, and the roll of dice His devilish deeds brought him ill repute The world knew well his vanity and vice But his charisma no man could refute And many fine women fell to his smile Emmett tore all of the tears from their eyes And many men bent knee to his grand guile His brother alone escaped from the guise What a man was this, a pirate or prince? The world has not seen such wickedness since.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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