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For jfm98's challenge about Michael Jackson

Submitted:Jun 26, 2008    Reads: 118    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

What happened to the crowd-pleaser inside of you

You had fans

You had fame

You were adored by almost all the girls

Until you plastered a hardening shell on your skin

And turned horendous and ugly

We thought you had a heart

Til plentiful rumors unsurfaced you doing things to a poor little child

Being negilent with you mind

Doing un-godly deads

Hurry and set your heart right

Save a puppy

I wonder if all your acts and due to you being so alone


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