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| - peeps, i penned, a piece of prose
or poem, sure, Abu would know
the difference, dawg, cuz he's da man
my literary, yelping, fan
either or, i rhyme to those
at Mama Mia's, pizza pros
ya, they toss, the perfect pie
forget the grease, just open wide
crispy crust, just like the city
Frankie, yappin', itty-bitty
shop, next to, a liquor store
could you ever, ask for more
three bucks buys, two slices, soda
sauce and cheese, not overloaded
favorite of, the Phoenix, finest
police choose, Mama Mi's, to dine at
and even though, i feel safe
when i'm eating, at this place
six cop cars, not on patrol
i wonder, did i, lock my home
hell, i'm not worried, keep 'em fed
to serve, protect, and stuff, instead
tiramisu, into, their boccas
cross your fingers, pray and hope da
bad guys, burglars, don't break in
and interrupt, these cop's, din-din
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