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She Was a Pistol

She was a cold piece of Work Smooth as steel Long slender figure And a look that could kill She was all real American Made Her type was well liked Even in the western days She'll make you feel safe And tell you it's Ok She's rarely alone And hates being at home She moves sexy & slow And one by one She involves them Then revolves them, & throws them away When she's done.

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Date: 8/25/2021 11:32:00 PM
Hello Peter ... and I dare say she witnessed a few quick draws for her favours and so there is another pistol victim - thank you Peter - Lindsay
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Date: 5/30/2021 12:49:00 PM
Hello Peter Baldwin, love this poem. She seems to be a tease. A lovely poem my friend.
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