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The Tale of Muchacho 3

There was always an assailant Waiting around the corner Paid millions of currency To snuff the air out of his lungs And to stop the beating of his heart That was why He’d always had ruby The one and only True friend He’d ever had She was so beautiful More beautiful Than any of her kind So gentle was her touch So mild was her feel Truly she was always with him She was his last hope Last hope for love anyway Did I forget to mention, That ruby was and still is a pistol? Infact she was on him now Although, he couldn’t bend over to see her Or feel her touch He felt close to her Now more than ever He felt so safe Safe and secure She had gotten him Out of more problems Than his whole security team.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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