Brenda D.
6/11/12
Per.1
Radical Revision
“Poem”
Dears Peers of the coping stone,
My uncle was very well known
He had a lot of talent that he shown,
He himself was also tatted up
As a bravery of his customers were
putting up,
With the very needles picking at their
skin
Showed that they were enduring the
pain as their head spin,
He even had requests to pierce
Those who were intoxicated that wanted
to look fierce,
While many were satisfied by his wok
He still had time to lurk,
For people who miss understood
Growing up with a tough lean look in
his neighborhood,
Not only did rumors make him stronger
But it made his glory days last longer,
Now that he is no longer here
Rest assure that we will always shed a
tear,
Our hearts remain with an empty space
Yet no one will ever have him
replaced,
We loved you so dearly
But unfortunately I must end this poet
with Sincerely.
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