[Yeah I just wrote this o.o]
There was once a desert eyed maiden
Yeah she was the talk of this 'ere town
Had many callers for her hand waitin'
But she always turn those boys downNever gave up sometimes got rough
She lost it one day havin' had enough
Took her sweet beautiful black mare
And disappeared no one knows whereShe rode by rustlin' up the golden sand
Like A tumbleweed crossin' the ol' land
Her hair danced in the whistlin' breeze
Ridin' right passed the boys with ease
No one has ever seen them since then
They did find tracks by the mountain
Though no sign of the mare or maiden
But listen you'll hear them on the wind~ Gypsy
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"You Think We Oughta' Trow Ol' Spike A Bone?"
Aléatoire"Well I wish I was a bluebird Honey, I'd just fly away And look down over my shoulder At the country down below."~Tom Petty [Continuation of "Who You Callin' Moon Pie?!"]