Gun Moll Poems - Poems about Gun Moll

...Once a private eye I fled for my life. I hid in Bridgeport, wanting Ann to wife. But out of the past Whit’s thug Joe found me, “Whit wants your snoop skills. Jeff it has t......

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...Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter and turn him into an agent assassin with the clandestine power of hypnotism yes Generalissimo I am h......

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...I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose! And, while it's none of my beeswax, Let's have a bull session-lesson ! Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters I'll give him an ea......

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