Ballard of Maggie Rose
Now,Maggie ran a boarding
house,or so the story goes;
And all those that knew her,
called her Maggie Rose;
Some say she was a widow,
others a woman who;
Gave away her favors to,
whom ever caught her
roving eye;
But the truth of the matter,
a secret life she led;
And if the house,where
cattlemen and drummers;
Slept in cozy comfy beds,
could speak of;
Secret passage ways,
and doors that kept;
This secret of a woman,
who loved with all
her heart;
But none would ever
know,it died along
with Maggie Rose.
Copyright © Torrie Quinn | Year Posted 2007
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