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The Perfect Gang
Were they the perfect gang?
Since off the same song sheet they sang
Looking out for each other the norm
Weathering each and every storm
Idea generation when they met
Nothing in stone was set
No challenge was ever too great
Solutions always carried weight
Success bred success indeed
But alas it also bred much greed
Limelight grabbing opened cracks
Telling tales to newspaper hacks
And so dark clouds gathered above
No chance of reconciliation via the peace dove
The perfect gang would be no more
As their perfect storm became folk lore
Copyright ©
Simon Rogerson
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