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We poked
We prodded
We laughed
We looted
And then
We ran
As the guards came

We counted
The money
And the jewelry
Then danced around
In our dark alley

We smile
We scout
For our next victim
Silent as mice
We hide in the dark
And pounce whenever
The innocent
Get lost





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