Poem about an explosive man named Dynamite Alley.
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They call me Dynamite Alley.
I’m explosive and mean.
I’m six feet tall,
And I’m only eighteen.
I know five forms of self-defense.
I carry a gun in my pocket.
If you stare at my girlfriend,
I’ll explode like a rocket.
I was crossed only once
By an unfortunate man.
Today he is living
In the outskirts of Tehran.
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