Typical Night N The 'Hood. It Was Midnight On The Dot, No Lie.
I Was Cooling, Doing My Usual: Thinking 2 Myself & Strolling.
Catching The Usual Souls Hanging. Good Ol' Home: Cussing, Drinking, Smoking, & Every Other Thing.
Startling. Something Startling. A Deep Feeling That Comes & Goes.
"Nice." I Had 2 Admit 2 Myself Over The Strange Nu Cat Just Ahead Dressed N The Livest Night Gear U Could Ever C.
Cordiality Brought 4th My Usual, "What Up?" He Acknowledged Me Silently & Solidly & That Was That.
Afterthought, Hit Me, Suddenly. That Cat Is The Devil, I Realized. I Turned & He Was Gone.
Alone. I Felt Comfortably Alone As I Shrugged It Off & Continued My Strolling. Over & Over This Particular Night Will Get Me 2 Grinning, Why?, Because "I Once Said What Up 2 The Devil".
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	Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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 - Comment from author about the poem: On The Politer Side Of Evil.
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