Outlaw
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Category : Poems
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Wanted, dead or alive,
But preferably dead.
The hunters are coming,
They're wanting my head.
They're after a bounty,
My soul for some cash.
When they get close,
It's always a mad dash.
My guns are ablazing,
As I make my escape.
To be an outlaw,
One must know his own fate.
-samhudson
