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Saddle up Gurl! It's time to hit the trail, as quietly & gently I spank the pony- tail, & know, it's how I love you, baby.. You'll see me riding like the wind, spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win. We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin! Our Poke(h)er hands stayed empty & the music's... long since died. Your sweet songs done, gone & left me (sobs) tumbleweed rolls by Once we prospected forever in this inky ol' ghost town marking spots with X's before a WANTED sign was found and One Moonshine still ain't big en'f 'f both of us to get our quills thirst drowned (hic- cup) "Look West, and to the horizon, see the stage at the edge of town?" My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills I'll slap my thigh & Yee-haw ! riding for them there hills ~Saddled up in the softest leather Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out! Corseted & brimming, encased in perfume scented lace ~Bat my eyelids for the masses~ I'll find another place. And then you can cut a swell down Main Street, (remember the brothels to your right) keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight cos just outside that swing (ing) door, the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight, stood grimacing in his top hat, grasping 13 nails tight. & I'm sure you'll measure up darling blowing rubied kisses as I bid mine own true-love's heart goodnight. ***HiHO Silver,                                                   away..........!***
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
That One Trick Pony Express is Coming to Town (Spoken word)
Saddle up Gurl! It's time to hit the trail, as quietly & gently I spank the pony- tail, & know, it's how I love you, baby.. You'll see me riding like the wind, spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win. We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin! Our Poke(h)er hands stayed empty & the music's... long since died. Your sweet songs done, gone & left me (sobs) tumbleweed rolls by Once we prospected forever in this inky ol' ghost town marking spots with X's before a WANTED sign was found and One Moonshine still ain't big en'f 'f both of us to get our quills thirst drowned (hic- cup) "Look West, and to the horizon, see the stage at the edge of town?" My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills I'll slap my thigh & Yee-haw ! riding for them there hills ~Saddled up in the softest leather Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out! Corseted & brimming, encased in perfume scented lace ~Bat my eyelids for the masses~ I'll find another place. And then you can cut a swell down Main Street, (remember the brothels to your right) keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight cos just outside that swing (ing) door, the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight, stood grimacing in his top hat, grasping 13 nails tight. & I'm sure you'll measure up darling blowing rubied kisses as I bid mine own true-love's heart goodnight. ***HiHO Silver,                                                   away..........!***
"Bartender... line me up that one last shot, of golden oh-be-joyful... it's as hot as a ***** house on nickel night in here!"
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
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