Heck,I`ll try again.Boots and, Sixguns and Stetsons and the Lilys grow high.They grow for a man with a gun throwing hand,who before his time must die.They grow in the trail he has travelled,a trail well spattered with lead.They weep for the many,many, men,the men who are now dead. Actually,I deleted this.My best friend is Samual Colt.The polished sixgun that I tote.And he`s always around when I need him most.
Not feeling Buddhist today.
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Lost the whole thing,screw it1
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Not feeling Buddhist today.
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Lost the whole thing,screw it1
[This message has been edited by ghostsix (edited 11 October 1999).]
[This message has been edited by ghostsix (edited 11 October 1999).]
[This message has been edited by ghostsix (edited 11 October 1999).]
[This message has been edited by ghostsix (edited 11 October 1999).]