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Dally


He was the leader of the greasers

and he lead it true

He had an elfish face with cheekbones high

A pointed chin small sharp animal teeth

and ears like a lynx

They won the rumble with the Socs

He died because he was a thug

but I think he is a hero true

You stay golden Dally!

 
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