Sunday, September 4, 2016

8603. MISTER, MISTER

MISTER, MISTER
Sometimes I get lonesome and sad,
nothing left in the cookie jar, all out
of cash and dollars. What to do? I 
turn to you. That saddles my sorry
butt better in this quite harsh saddle
I ride. I probably need a thousand
things, but this one will have to do.

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