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Whatever It Takes
I've passed the long hot summer
by robbing local banks
and though I'm a newcomer,
I've risen through the ranks
But if I must be candid,
the money that I stole,
the acting like a bandit,
was just to reach a goal
Although you now police me
and hold me in your jail,
you will no doubt release me,
once I have told my tale,
and demonstrated sorrow,
and led you to my stash,
gave banks that 'let' me 'borrow'
back ill-begotten cash
The notes I passed were fakes.
My weapons? Plastic toys!
Are real one's what it takes
to meet the Hardy Boys??
Copyright ©
Lycia Harding
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