Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys
Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down
Frank Solanki 
you joined them
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Thank you for visiting my blog to lead me to yours, friend! You’re right that no one stops to frown for two poor boys, or anyone poor for that matter.
Keep on keeping on, friend.
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I sure will, Stacey. Thanks a lot
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💯👋🫂🇪🇸
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but thank you for this poem
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Thanks for sharing poetry. 👍
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It’s all I have to share
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Thanks Frank
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You’re welcome 🌟
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Your poem vividly explores and provokes thoughts on justice and morality. Your structure enhances its impact. Well done!
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Thanks a lot, old stranger!
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