a poem...by Bianciella
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Stuck in the back of wagon
Angry like a flaming dragon
Not much to pocket
I tried and said 'fockit'
So i sat in funk
The Outlaw was a punk
Who clearly needed to wash
For his belongings smelt like squash
I could say much worse things
But I know that he would flings ...
things that would go pings
off my head till I flipped him the bird and showd him the rings!
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**Applaudsss!!!!! yer a fun one. where IS that naughty Outlaw?! I will not mention wut I would do, in your sitiation. BOL
Brings me back...good times were had.