Sunday, February 8, 2009

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Little Petey always dreamed of playin with the trumpet
But then he was enticed by a dirty little strumpet
As time went on he kept getting older by the second
Then she hurt him so now it was the pill he beckoned for
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Zahir Kijani
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Shilesha Johnson 20 August 2009

great poem...you are such a great writer and i hope you never give up on it... i really enjoyed reading this

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Corey, you've kept it so tragically real - a horrific subject written with such poetic feeling. Great job!

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Paige S 13 April 2009

Great poem about the horror of drug abuse. Nice job!

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Tyease Collins 22 February 2009

This poem is so good.....it made me feel so sad inside. I feel so bad for Petey....excellent job Corey =] 10/10 -Tyease

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Suzy .... 19 February 2009

I really like this poem and I think you are a Great Writer. Keep up the Great work!

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