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Unformatted text preview: So with his hands behind his back A voice was what he lacked. He couldnt do nothin without his hands He felt so weak, so not like a man. But the cops had no idea he was deaf They just cared about whod done the theft. But poor Rob didnt do a thing yesterday But he couldnt tell them he had no way. No lawyer, no voice to speak for himself Had a simple life, no type of wealth. So they sent old Robert to the bookin He couldnt say nothin, was just lookin. I never seen old Rob again, Maybe hell get out, just dont know when....
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- Fall '07
- Mr. Hay, Natalie Cook AP