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This is what you get from listening to Johnny Cash all the damn time. Hahaha so actually this poem is like a song, and the melody came from an actual western, old folk song.
I forgot what the original western song was called (not 'Oh Suzanna') but similar.
Submitted:Oct 21, 2006 Reads: 165 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
Well I..came from Washington,
with this wicked looking grin.
On the other side of the mirror.
I...stepped out from the door,
felt through, like a passing whore.
That's when I know I'm a loser.
Hold me darling, hold me tight.
Hold me sweetheart, hold me through the night.
Well I...came from Washington,
with this crimson looking grin.
Hold me now or I'm a goner.
repeat.
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