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Buried my Sins Away

Poem by: AmandaRVP

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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.

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Submitted: October 21, 2006

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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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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.

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