Corn Squeezin's
In the hills lived a bootlegger named Hughes
Who 'stilled corn squeezin's you couldn't refuse
He was one lucky bloke
'Til the law saw the smoke
He now lives in the pen for peddlin' booze
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
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