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Billy was a loner, Rotten to the core. Fathered by a bastard, Mothered by a whore. Grew up mean and dirty, Took it on the chin. Stole to make a living, Killed to save his skin. Sheriff caught him napping, Hanged him from a tree. All the preacher said was, “Better him than me.”

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Date: 9/27/2021 5:55:00 PM
Hello Michael ... certainly your verse fits well in Western folklore. A great verse to read Michael - Lindsay
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Date: 9/19/2021 12:58:00 PM
HOW funny. Are you sure this isn't psychopath 101?
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Date: 9/19/2021 12:13:00 PM
Ha! Great flow to this poem, Michael…
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