Shoeshine Boy
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Blair Boyd was in the jailhouse, polishing his shoes,

He had them to a glass-like shine, no flaw would he excuse.

Al Forbes was passing through one day, working in Car Ten,

He complimented young Mister Boyd, a scheme was born right then
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Ron Kruchak got it going, he the cagey vet,

Boyd did not see it coming, may not have seen it yet.

A pair of war torn, battered shoes, had seen lots of better days,

Went in a box, complete with note, from Inspector Forbes it says.
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Please see what you can do with these, I like my shoes to shine,

Blair took them in and started out, and never gave a whine.

Hours passed and still he worked, the shoes would be a dream,

He worked on them until the shone, with polished glass-like gleam.
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The shoes were taken to Al Forbes, who knew nothing of the ruse,

Ronnie seeing great results, thought this was talent he could use.

Another note was written, with a pair of boots all boxed,

Young Blair Boyd, keen to serve, twice to be out foxed.
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Another shift he scrubbed and rubbed, spit and polished too,

He buffed and shined until those boots, were better than when new.

Then Ronnie Kruchak sprang the trap, young Blair had been done,

Ron had two pairs of gleaming shoes, and lots of harmless fun.
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Surely though the talent there, should not be left to waste,

Transfer Blair to Cambie Street, let him get a taste.

Set up a stand, to use his skill, this could really be a ploy,

Shiny shoes for all Patrol, our private shoeshine boy.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 96-02-24 (133)

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