Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog
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Four forty four, morning creeps, garbage is out,

Butchers with guilt free meat, houses like templates,

Wise old owls slipped away, cats snuck off safely too,

Bullets approved with jackets and vests,

Barely make it till four forty four.



By Laz.F. 25/2/2010


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