Midnight At My House...something different
A Poets thoughts i Think
Don't kiss till you
See the white of her thighs
I have only begun to love
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As for me give me bed
Or shoot me dead
Now what about liberty
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They shot in a western town
The people stood all around
They say he shot liberty
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But who is he
1 if by land 2 if by sea
Still wondering who was he?
He rode the night through
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Lanterns too
Come morning the saddle had done it s job
He was lame I forget his name
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LOve...Jaqi
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