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Dec 2015
i had rode all night
i was weary to my soul
and there was no end in sight
the mountain cold had me by the bones

she was there in her finest dress
she was there like a rough diamond
perilous and strange
with her wicked smile she said that her friend
would be joining us for our festivities
i knew right off that i would regret knowin her
but she has a way about her
that is worse than poisonous
cause she will leave you thanking her
as she murders poor you

in need of some rest i settled in and closed my eyes
thinking she would not make her move till she was sure
foolish child let down my guard
she got the jewels and the loose coins
she would have had it all
but just as she would have sunk the blade
the sunrise exposed her for the monster she is

so i set out when i was able
to southern paradise with a young honey
and saved myself from her cold hand
but i still think of her
and that inhuman cold i saw in her eye
how can somebody can live that way ill never know
for that i thank the good lord
labor in the sun
to make myself a new home
far away from the tomb of her heart
up there in the cold mountains
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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     Francie Lynch and mark john junor
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