Me Buckeroos
Can't take my hands... uh, my eyes off of you
A slip of the tongue... thought that crap I outgrew
Could live another fifty
Still be quite shifty
Conniving and controlling, me lovely bucaroos
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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