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Aug 2014
He was the best that ever was.
& nobody wanted to admit it.
When he retired,
an immediate crime wave
hit the streets.
The thugs ran
roughshod
& nobody had *****
to do the things he did.
Too bad you couldn't ask
the ones he planted for advice.
He was the best that ever was.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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