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Sep 2015
Oh you silly boy
You tried to give me that bad boy crap
But I saw through your games
You may be riding tough
But your love is gentle
I reached for those loose curly wisps
My hands gotten lost in them
Oh you silly boy
You try and shield your eyes
But I know since you were a young boy you 've had to protect momma
But you were far too young for those older men
I see right through your act
I'm gonna knock your walls down and watch them crumble
I am yours and you are mine
No battles are fought alone
That 'ole worn out ball cap ain't fooling me, cowboy.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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