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In the streets of old, where shadows creep,
Lived Fluffy Hawkins, in secrets deep.
A gangster of note, in the '40s lore,
Yet his tale's unlike any seen before.
With a fedora tipped and a slicked-back mane,
Fluffy roamed alleys where whispers reign.
But his aim was pure, his heart aflame,
For good deeds, not infamy, was his game.
While others dealt in vice and deceit,
Fluffy sowed kindness on every street.
He'd tip his hat to a beggar's plight,
And aid the weary through the darkest night.
In smoky speakeasies, he'd make his stand,
Defending the helpless with righteous hand.
No treasure sought, no ill-gotten gain,
Only justice and mercy in his domain.
The cops scratched heads at Fluffy's grace,
A gangster with an angel's face.
But the people knew, in their troubled state,
That Fluffy Hawkins was their saving mate.
Through cobblestone lanes and neon glare,
Fluffy's legend soared on wings of care.
For in his world of shadows and strife,
He was the beacon of hope, the bringer of life.
So here's to Fluffy, the unsung saint,
Whose deeds in darkness knew no restraint.
A gangster of honor, a hero bold,
In the annals of time, his story told.
In the streets of old, where shadows creep,
Lived Fluffy Hawkins, in secrets deep.
A gangster of note, in the '40s lore,
Yet his tale's unlike any seen before.
With a fedora tipped and a slicked-back mane,
Fluffy roamed alleys where whispers reign.
But his aim was pure, his heart aflame,
For good deeds, not infamy, was his game.
While others dealt in vice and deceit,
Fluffy sowed kindness on every street.
He'd tip his hat to a beggar's plight,
And aid the weary through the darkest night.
In smoky speakeasies, he'd make his stand,
Defending the helpless with righteous hand.
No treasure sought, no ill-gotten gain,
Only justice and mercy in his domain.
The cops scratched heads at Fluffy's grace,
A gangster with an angel's face.
But the people knew, in their troubled state,
That Fluffy Hawkins was their saving mate.
Through cobblestone lanes and neon glare,
Fluffy's legend soared on wings of care.
For in his world of shadows and strife,
He was the beacon of hope, the bringer of life.
So here's to Fluffy, the unsung saint,
Whose deeds in darkness knew no restraint.
A gangster of honor, a hero bold,
In the annals of time, his story told.