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Feb 2016
I am an outlaw like Jesse James
I'm not much for playing games
Loyalty is all I demanded
Lies I simply can not stand
Tell to me only truths
Or I'll knock out your ******* tooth

The place we're in is a high stakes  game
But in the end you'll be glad you came
We'll float a boat, we'll get real high
While we're cooking, you just might cry

If you have thoughts of rolling over
You'll end up under the sweet, red clover
We're not much on floppy tongue snitches
You'll find they end up in deep dug  ditches

But in our canoe you can ride all night
Smoke rolls up it's such a sight
On our boat you can ride for days
Sleep rans fast and far away
So come and play in our devilish way
We'll talk for hours, till there's nothing left to say
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
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