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Laughing Crims poem
LAUGHIN’ CRIMINALS
We run down the street to escape the local cops.
I went into the liquor store with my mate Arnie –
we looked around and spied that big fat gringo:
together we said, “Give us the cash, this is a stick up!”
He had no option – we were the guys with a sawn off.
Then it was off down the street with four bags of cash,
our haul for the day and an ea...
Sunday 28th August 2011 4:00 pm
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