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Punk Sandwich there he is walking down the street slicked back hair and a thin mustache high rise collar on his button down shirt sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye he loved his mama and his brothers too he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk there was so much more and you knew he knew fear for him does not exist or so he claims quicker than a bolting flash of light behind you with a jagged edge of blade he is no one to challenge to a fight he has connections to all the right ones the ones you need to know for security or to make some annoyance disappear his word is golden shinning with a purity a perfect friend intelligent courteous and brave but these can all change to weapons of death if you are so disposed to challenge his way it just might be your very last breath after dropping you in a pool of disguise he will tip his fedora with playful grace back on his brow and cigarillo between his lips and that same old smirk upon his face Gomer LePoet...
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
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Punk Sandwich there he is walking down the street slicked back hair and a thin mustache high rise collar on his button down shirt sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye he loved his mama and his brothers too he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk there was so much more and you knew he knew fear for him does not exist or so he claims quicker than a bolting flash of light behind you with a jagged edge of blade he is no one to challenge to a fight he has connections to all the right ones the ones you need to know for security or to make some annoyance disappear his word is golden shinning with a purity a perfect friend intelligent courteous and brave but these can all change to weapons of death if you are so disposed to challenge his way it just might be your very last breath after dropping you in a pool of disguise he will tip his fedora with playful grace back on his brow and cigarillo between his lips and that same old smirk upon his face Gomer LePoet...
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
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