Poetic Justice
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:12:01
-Give me my hat. I got new growth.
-Put it back on.

:12:04
You need to let me do something
to that head of yours.

:12:09
Lord, I'm tired. You got a poem f or me?
Lord knows I need one.

:12:13
I left my notebook in the car.
:12:16
-Outgoing mail.
-Where are the stamps?

:12:20
When you going to get a man?
Always asking questions about mine...

:12:25
What, you still in mourning?
:12:27
Sporting black, looking tore up f rom
the floor up, no time f or your hair.

:12:33
You can always tell when a woman
ain't giving up no coochie.

:12:36
I like wearing black. Besides, I ain't
got time f or no man in my life.

:12:42
-Know what your problem is?
-So suddenly I got a problem?

:12:45
-What's my problem?
-You make bad choices in men.

:12:48
You don't know how to pick them.
:13:00
Yo, what's up? What's up, Mr. Postman?
Got some spare change?

:13:05
No, but I got a spare stamp
so you can mail a job application.

:13:10
Begging-ass motherf ucker.
:13:17
Y'all didn't get nothing but bills.
:13:29
Why you always so mad?
:13:31
You must ain't got no man
'cause you don't never smile.

:13:35
-Do you?
-What do you want f rom me?

:13:40
I think you kind of fly.
We could start with your phone number.

:13:49
What's your name?
:13:52
-Lucky.
-Lucky?

:13:57
Come here, Lucky.
I wanna whisper something to you.


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