The Tale of Two-Faced Mike: Difference between revisions
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(Created page with "<poem>Come here kiddo, listen, or don’t. I don’t much like to gloat. But I’ve done great things you see. I’ve freed many people, many, but he. It was he you see, the one I wanted to be. A knife was all it took; I snatched his face like a naughty little crook! I walked through town, people watched and stared Police sirens, oh heavens they blared. They took me in chains, I stomped, and I screamed “It’s just not fair!” It was in the home you see, I did many...") |
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