In a dim-lit alley, under neon's glare, Two shadows emerge, a mischievous pair. A bum with a grin, tattered and wise, A gooner with eyes like starless skies. They drift through the streets, a sinister waltz, Where laughter collides with echoing faults. Their hands, though grimy, craft with ease, Turning the brave into Swiss cheese.
In a dim-lit alley, under neon's glare, Two shadows emerge, a mischievous pair. A bum with a grin, tattered and wise, A gooner with eyes like starless skies.
They drift through the streets, a sinister waltz, Where laughter collides with echoing faults. Their hands, though grimy, craft with ease, Turning the brave into Swiss cheese.
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