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Comanche Man

As far as the eye could see
we rode our  horse comanche man and me
we rode in snow and in the rain
through the mountains and grassy plain
we forged for food lived off the land
like his ancestors from way back when
then one night we stumbled on a bear
thats when comanche man dissapeared
so on my own with just a knife
I faught this bear for my life
the fight was long then the bear digressed
I put the blade between his breast
he looked at me with his gentle eyes
a finally moan before he dies
I thanked the bear for his life
I dressed him out and cleaned my knife
Comanche man was never there
he lead me to my test the bear

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Donald Duck and the Ak47

I first seen this bird 
When I was seven
His name is Donald Duck
And he's got an A.K.47
Why you ask does this bird got heat
Well he's from American where there's a need
Mickey mouse carrie's a 30 ot 6
Minnie's liberal she carrie's a stick
Goofie's got a sub machine gun
That silly dog is lot's of fun
Then we have Snow White and the 7 dwarfs
Who enjoy target practice at the golf course
They like themselve's a 45
There also wanted dead or alive
Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
Both of them can rot in he**
As for Mr. Walt himself
He's a bazooka man that launches elve's
So the next time you goto disneyland
Better bring some ammo and some sand

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Flirting In the Rain

She wore that blue dress tonight again.
Makes my heart ache on the verge of sin.
The way it whispers on her skin.
It looks like the wind.....flirting in the rain.
Flirting in the rain on our first date.
At Stephanie's house on the fire escape.
It was the best day of my life.
Right then I knew you'd be my wife.
It was one more time if I recall.
Downtown at the Baybrook mall.
You told me forever kid.
As I held your hand.
Like I never did.
We walked outside in the mundane.
There we were,flirting in the rain....

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Winters Moon

Twas the end of summer soon
Whence shadows fall in afternoon
A beauty joyed by one and all
Also winter spring and fall
Summer brings a summer moon
Rainy days and cloudy gloom
Sometimes just the bluest sky
So perfect it will make you cry
Spring has showers that cleanse the soul
It brings forth life be still and grow
Born again sometimes a first
Natures nurse from winters curse
Falls,falling colors,falling leaves
Fleeting life from mother's tree's
Beauty's struggle fading soon
With winter comes a winters doom
Winter's bitter and winter's cold
It's only wonder is the snow.
Yet unlike summers grayish moon
Winters moon is baby blue.....

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Beautiful Butterfly

Taking a break today
Everything it seems so grey 
My hopeless lover's lost
Lost hopelessly in forever
All of my love is gone
Feels like it's in a song
Can I have some back 
So I can get my life.....back on track babe
Beautiful bird's they sing
Empty wedding ring
Cross my heart and die
Your a Beautiful Butterfly

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Tease of Love

A taste of her hand
Hence as you bid me adieu
Leads us with l'amore

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Winters Farming

I cannot shed 
My winters coat
At 22 degrees below
I'm still farming.....
Nearly starved last year
I know it's quite  alarming.....
But mothers says 
There ain't enough
To get us through 
The winters tough
With the horses I plow away....
Into the night from start of day....
We finally got 
Our winters store
With that the horse
We plow no more
That's Winter farming....
I know it's kinda close and quite alarming...

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Gone

Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief? 
Or anger, grief, or disbelief.
Was I loved on my final rest? 
Be nice to know and not to guess.
Would they speak on my behalf? 
Would they cry? 
Would they laugh? 
Or would it be an average day? 
Close the box and walk away.
Well I had feelings and a soul.
Even brains, or so I'm told.
I even had a stupid phone.
That never rang and felt alone.
If back's and text is all I get.
Should not I feel some regret? 
I hurt myself couldn't move.
While working midnight's afternoon.
Four long years in bed with pain.
Begging GOD to take away.
Thankful for my Fam and friends
Who should stand beside me to the end
Should have my back right or wrong
Or so I thought
That's why I'm gone.
A thousand minutes 
in every day
Would have taken one.
To check on me.......

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Our New Leader

Hilary oh Hilary
Why are you such a demon seed
You lie you cheat and also steal
How did you keep from going to jail
They fired you from the Watergate
At 27 you were such a snake
Your husband Bill he ruled our land 
Puppet strings from your cold hand
Now you want a second shot
If you win then we are foked
So to my people of the U.S.A.
Vote Donald Trump to save the day
The man the myth the crazy fool
Either way we are so screwed

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Drugs Stole Dad

My Dad left me,twenty two years ago.
It wasn't his fault,and he wasn't that old.
Drugs came in and took him,without a word.
Didn't ask any permission,Which is kind of absurd.
My mommy was mad,and my sisters upset.
My grandma confused,with how he left.
I was his only boy,but now I'm the man.
With his shoe's to fill,or the best that I can.
Being a teen,was really hard.
Not sure how to shave,or use the right guard.
Protecting my Mom,and my sisters too.
From other guy's,still alone in these shoe's.
Got to my twenties,started seeing the light.
Allot better times,and less of the fights.
Thirties where better,we're all settled down.
Finally good guy's,started coming around.

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