Were the sun to glare
ond as wyld hard, dare
to fling,
will wee han to share
ur tripp? Xal wr snare
son swing?
Truth may hing. I bare.
At the cheek, no care
dooes cling
Dedicated to Bonnie Parker
Were the sun to glare
ond as wyld hard, dare
to fling,
will wee han to share
ur tripp? Xal wr snare
son swing?
Truth may hing. I bare.
At the cheek, no care
dooes cling
Dedicated to Bonnie Parker
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