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[title] => aggravation of the early 90's
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[bodytext] => “E”s and Whizz and trips and such they cost this rotten lot too much the powder stash in the clock carriage had run out to her great disparage so whilst her child did sleep upstairs with local lads, her love they shared until she had enough to pay providers of her happy days. The girl aged 26 or more the boys too young to know the score for this was home to all nearby with little else to catch their eye music blared on friday nights as they got high, party ignites then off in droves to catch a rave failing that, “Septembers” saved the club of choice for this great rabble who liked to dibble and to dabble cash for youth was hard to get recession left them all in debt so in her living room they sat with none of this and none of that they made a pretty rotten team lazy money making schemes then duey climbed through the loft hatch to see how the terrace attached and pound signs soon lit up his eyes as he noticed next door opened wide no separation in the roof a plan was hatched, which one to choose? They went downstairs to get a torch duey and jonny in the porch they could not find any such light with which to shine their darkness bright then unlike old mother hubbard candles found within the cupboard they lit the candles late that night and climbed the loft, and out of sight next door beckoned, a lonely lady with Parkinsons, and money, maybe? Down her hatch they quietly fell her fast asleep, they didn''t dwell in a drawer, salvation found £30 and jewellery, “sound!” but what those two did not see clear was the lady shivering with fear her eyes opened to see the sight of shadowy men with candles bright this really set an eerie scene too scared to breath, she had to scream they bolted out, then down the stairs the loft snapped shut, they didn't care up the latch and out the door then off to dubious candy store to get a fix of crazy stuff £30 was just enough next morning. CDI, crime scene the lady said it was like a dream the light was low, she did not know who robbed her bolting out the door the police disgusted by this theft the woman, poorly and bereft a burglary so aggravated they'd catch their men, or they'd get slated. Promises made, they left the scene clueless! nothing for the team Until driving by the hapless pair cuffs out ready, rights read there Duey didn't have a clue how the dibble easily knew by chance he looked down to see the reason came up easily amongst the stains, gravy and beans blobs of wax all down his jeans! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 31 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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