COWLEY
He's clever and complex this one,
So much pressure for just one man,
Keeping streets clean is his aim,
From villains and dealers,
It's part of the game,
Will he ever retire,
No I don't think he will,
For who would replace him,
At the top of the bill!.
TOUGH LOVE
Shots rang out on that cold dark morn,
, Would they survive to see the break of dawn,
Two against four determined and strong,
Standing together facing whatever may come,
Two down two to go, oh hell now it's started to snow,
Whirling around reducing visibility ,
Now it's getting harder and harder to see,
Faint shadows, footsteps, running feet,
As they set off down the tow path in hot pursuit,
Got to be careful don't want to fall in,
To that cold grey water and the reaper within,
Gun raised another shot fired,
A splash in the water he's dead the one that was hired,
The other one stops puts his hands in the air,
It's time to surrender and give up to this pair,
Back in the warmth they know they've done well,
Would Cowley agree...would he hell!.
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