Category : Poems

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On the streets as I walk by, but I can't help to stop and ask the time...
While your distracted it calls my chance, I find my hand in your pants...
I pull out you're wallet through and hide it too...
You call it's just about noon...
I thank you jogging away...
In the background I hear you calling stop you thieving baboon...
After awhile another wealthy looking passerby, I just can't help but to take another try...