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Walking down the street, I didn't flinch or fall,
when a man stepped up to me, standing nice and tall.
His face was light, his hair was gray,
his nose was bulbous, too.
Until he said, "I am Fred.", I hadn't had a clue.
His reputation was likely,
he was a killer as for a beast,
and when he stuck that gun up to my head, I knew I was deceased.
- by UnCorntunate |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/18/2009 |
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- Title: I am Fred
- Artist: UnCorntunate
- Description: I wrote this poem for literature class.
- Date: 06/18/2009
- Tags: fred
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- CrobinsX - 06/18/2009
- Fred must of been black trying to steal your bike. Sorry to hear about that dude =/
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