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Mar 2016
Storytelling time while Grandpa Sam has his Grandson Jimmy in his lap
It was a time when Grandpa Sam and Buffalo Bill rode a horse to steal
It might seem like it was for real
It was in the state of Texas within the western towns of CASPER GULCH and WHISPERING WINDS
Grandpa Sam and Buffalo Bill would hold up the WELLS FARGO BANK
We were robbers so we had rank
We would often stop Stagecoaches and steal the passenger’s jewelry and money
My horse’s name was FURY and Buffalo Bill’s was FLYING SLEUTH
Our horses would stair up dust whenever we would ride
We were in control and took every inch of our stride
Our guns were our voice
They were our Mouth Piece being our choice
The days of Buffalo Bill and Grandpa Sam
Well at that point, Grandpa’s Grandson Jimmy had fallen asleep
He was in his own dream world with the imagination to keep
Imagination that rang high
No need in asking why
A story Grandpa Sam expressed really well
But it is our secret and I won’t tell.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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