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Done (C) 2-8-09

Rating: 5.0

Little Petey always dreamed of playin with the trumpet
But then he was enticed by a dirty little strumpet
As time went on he kept getting older by the second
Then she hurt him so now it was the pill he beckoned for
He had an infection so he traveled to the hospitals second floor
He called for a check up but they couldn’t tell what they were checkin for
Stayed over night and continued in playin Tekken four
The doctors didn’t know him so to him they reckoned poor
The next day he was sent away through the second door
The second his second breath would never be a second more

So was the infection that kept him in this infliction
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Shilesha Johnson 20 August 2009

great poem...you are such a great writer and i hope you never give up on it... i really enjoyed reading this

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Corey, you've kept it so tragically real - a horrific subject written with such poetic feeling. Great job!

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Paige S 13 April 2009

Great poem about the horror of drug abuse. Nice job!

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Tyease Collins 22 February 2009

This poem is so good.....it made me feel so sad inside. I feel so bad for Petey....excellent job Corey =] 10/10 -Tyease

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Suzy .... 19 February 2009

I really like this poem and I think you are a Great Writer. Keep up the Great work!

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