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Jan 2020
A past in time
Keep that in mine
Imagine literally being ****** into a book and becoming part of the pages
It all happens into one book
All one has to do open the book and take a look
It was a Detective story
It was intriguing in fun with all its glory
Yet pages upon pages a story for all ages
It was the likes of **** Tracy and all kinds of gangsters you would name that you probably read in comic books
But instead of reading about it, the reader is confronted within the pages of dialog in reality
Guns are being fired
**** Tracy is called on the scene
You are up close and personal with **** Tracy investigating
The idea is too show justice in making these Gangsters come clean
The reader is all part of the action
You see clues that are little or an inch of faction
It’s like a movie scene inside the Detective book
The thought of guns and bullets would make anyone feel shook
Again, it is all happening inside the book
The Reader finds themselves surrounded in the 1850’s in how fighting crime or being part of a crime was a way of survival in live or die
Minutes having no estimate
**** Tracy’s mission in getting these Gangster’s to serve time won’t be easy
It certainly isn’t cheesy
But there is a break in crime
Don’t give me any nickel nor dime
The reader’s become the witnesses
But it is best to say, ‘PRIME TARGETS’
**** Tracy and the Gangster’s all have guns
The reader has no weapons and is lucky to still be alive among
But **** Tracy has everything under control
These Gangsters are acting on bold
So what you have read before about Gangster’s has given you up close and personal truth in allowances
It was hard to believe in your youth
But that is the truth
All it took was being ****** into a Detective book
Being selective and reflective being all it took
You are **** Tracy’s wonder
Your journey was far into yonder
You are now out of the book
You now think and feel shook
Don’t open another book
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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