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A Sicillian Massacre

Tony the whap threw up over himself
that day in the park the blood ran deep
machine gun Sally was in the back woods
No neck Flo was standing by on the phones

that day was hot on the barren field
Tony knew the score he rolled on in with his Benz
strangled were those out in the Church Street Station
the blood of those massacred on that day

all hell broke loose on its caboose
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A Sicillian Massacre
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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that day in the park the blood ran deep
machine gun Sally was in the back woods
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