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EDGES MAGAZINE Issue
44 |
May 2006 |
A boy named
Cliff
Paul is a young offender at Lancaster
Farms
This is a poem about
A
boy named Cliff
He sniffed the coke
And liked a spliff
He did Burg’s for money
And Robbers for fun
But
now his life has just begun.
Now he’s been sentenced
there’s
Nothing he can do
Just get his head down and
Pass it through.
He’s almost there his eyes are
frostin’
All this time will be passin’
The gates are
there open wide
Along comes a screw and says
‘Come inside,
what’s your name son?’
Clifford dun know his life has just
begun.
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