There is a young man Who stands in the cold Looking inconspicuous But menacingly bold So there he stands In his long black coat Just tell him what you want And hand him the note Once we were strangers On a dark black night There wasn’t any trust When we first caught sight But now our acquaintances are as pleasant as can be weed or hash he’ll sort it…you’ll see
Reason for writing:
Our drug dealer who stands outside the Worlds End pub in Finsbury park.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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