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By Jack Joseph Smith
We were cool, super
cool, walking down the
street we were skinny,
five foot six, five foot nine
At the most, but we had an
image, no one how big and
tough they understood, would
be left to distroy our image,
our togetherness, without
At very least a mess, so we
were not fooled with from all
over they came I think just
to watch us hold our ground