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[aid] => mick
[title] => Prefect Strangers
[time] => 2006-05-22 09:27:03
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[bodytext] => Prefect Strangers Dec 1, 05 5:55pm Revise Dec 19, 2005 9:20 am I was a ignorant and tough little son of gun, never thought I would learn anything from school street smarts was the only things I needed You and I might well be prefect strangers I was fill with so much potential nothin can hold me down I had whole world in my hands I wasn’t gonna let no white teacher brain wash me as me and my girlz rock Reeboks and converses and if you didn’t have them you wasn’t part of the team and the girlz rocks the brails with the bee’s better then the boyz Kick boyz butts took names later you couldn’t touch me I was evil in it truest form I was the one that bully knew not to mess with, wasn’t afraid to be me didn’t change for nobody You were gonna respect me or I had no problem going back Remy [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 31 [informant] => remi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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