8.20.2011

Outlaws


Yes, I'll share my saddle with you,
hold your pistol while we ride--
scouting for danger,
I won't be afraid.
Our faces on every flyer,
the stares in the saloons;
my identity is linked to yours.
Where won't we be found?
Let me know--
I'll have my gaurd up
as long as you say.
Hair streaming,
sweaty bandana flapping--
On or off the map,
I'm always safe with you.

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