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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Come and listen awhile I pray To hear a sad love story, I have only a minute to stay To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey. I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride I've loved her since grade school, She was my life and my pride And, I was her ever loving fool. Work let off early that night And it was pouring down in sheets, When my eyes beheld the sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. My Sally was not forthcoming And, I was blind by love's adoring, I swear I never saw it coming The day my Sally went a whoring. This wasn't some casual adoring That I might could understand, This was at our home a whoring In our bed with another man. It was a cold and rainy night And it was pouring down in sheets, I wasn't prepared for the sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. The truth came like a blinding light She couldn't wait to shut the door, When I came home early that night While she gaily played the whore! She glared up at me in surprise At seeing me suddenly arrive, I stared back into her lying eyes Down the barrel of my forty five! It was a stormy and dismal night And it kept pouring down in sheets, I'll never forget the awful sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. The Padre' comes to comfort me My life's now run it's course, Today my pain will cease to be Soon, I'll feel no more remorse. I forgive myself of all at last My soul will soon go soaring, Today will soon be o'er and past The pain, of Sally gone a whoring. * Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul. Timothy I. Brumley
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