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Crime Doesn't Pay
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Crime Doesn't Pay |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Yuma, Arizona- Is a place carved out of Hell. On the Colorado, My friend, I know it well… Me, and Dusty Taylor- Did a nickle there one time, And met old Red McMichaels- Who was finishing a dime. He said, “Boys, I was a rustler- And a good one I suppose. I made a right smart money, Till Siringo got too close. I’ve got eight years down on ten here But I can’t stand the sun- I’ll make my break next Sunday, And you two ought to come.” Old Dusty said, “What do you think?” I said, “I think he’s nuts! If the Yaqui scouts don’t get to him first, The sun will bake his guts!” McMichaels was no quitter- He had to make his try. I didn’t even turn my head To watch the old man die. I went and did my nickle- And on my discharge day… I said to Dusty, “They were right- It’s true crime does not pay”. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
STANDING OVATION!!! Oh yes, I love this poem/story. Absolutely wonderful and exciting reading. **hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
You gave up on that nickle and dime stuff, didn't you? Yaws did a good write here. |
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