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Seeing him in such
a 'Hurting' state,
Brought
me 2 Tears! !
I hadn't seen him
in about....
3 or 4 years.
We used 2 hang out
at each others Houses
almost
Everyday!
& Back then,
He was always
So ambitious, Well Dressed,
Cooler than Clift, Cagney, Brando,
Bogart, & Dean!
HE WAS ALWAYS SO HAPPY! !
Always Innovating
some New Style!
Always Laughing! Always Joking!
& Sporting an Ear 2 Ear
SMILE! ! !
But that Day,
that F#cking Day,
that Bloody, Dreaded
Tuesday!
When I spotted him,
with that know Whore!
Scurrying around
On the LAKESHORE! ! !
My Old Friend had a White Sty!
Sitting under his Right Eye!
& He had on No shirt?
He was Missing his front teeth!
& His white pants,
Were Covered in Dirt! ?
He was Peeking, & Sneaking!
Around all Paranoid,
it Looked
like my Dear Old Friend,
Hadn't slept for Days!
& When he walked up,
2 talk 2 me,
under the assassin like watch,
of 2 Cops,
in a White, Red, & Blue Cruiser,
Surveying the Streets!
My Mirrored Sunglasses,
Hid My Watery Gaze!
Like 2 many others, In my old Neighbourhood,
CRACK COCAINE! ! !
....Had Stolen His SMILE?
By: St.Sir Michael Manners 2007
St.Sir Michael Manners
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