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He was driving down Cocaine Boulevard  he had killers in the car.
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols.
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed.
The car came to a stop.
He pointed at a white white house.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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