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Oct 2012
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!"
Tilly
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Tilly
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