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A Poem by KeithEBaucum

He was driving down Cocaine Boulevard he had killers in the car He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols His soul was the color red stained with blood from all

He was driving down Cocaine Boulevard he had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop he pointed at a white house.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum