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Song of a Fugitive Bard

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Category
Darker Moods
SectionPoetry for Friends

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They gave me a dollar and thirty cents when they let me outa my cell.The chaplain says, “My boy, go straight.” An’ I tell ’im, “Go to Hell.”I drifted from Denver to Seattle, from Seattle back to ChiAnd I peddled snow till I had to blow for the dicks got on the fly.

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