There in the street
A boy was giving a treat
Because he got his first job!
The street...belonged to a mob
Now, they were not the friendly type
Not the ones to give you a sweet smile
They were of that kind whose laugh was evil
Who never uttered a word civil
But no mobster spoke in the street
As the boy gave his treat
For he was their boss's son
And everyone loved him a ton
So they all joined the merry laughter
Which continued for everafter
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Pearls of the Heart
Poetry*COVER BY ME* Hello there! Pearls of the Heart is a collection of poems that are entirely mine. This work of mine allows you to cast a glance at the surface of my thoughts which run miles deep. There is no particular theme for the whole collection...
