Shudn't a DoneA Chapter by Dave Brown☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️An Hombre rode into a small Texas town His
face etched with a purdy deep frown On
each hip, a shootin iron was worned Avenging an insult wuz what he sworned In
this frontier town lived Big Bad Boy Jack At
town’s end in a small run-down shack He’d
done sum wrong to sweet Mary-Loo Which
wuz sum sumthin he jes shudn’t do When
Bad Boy Jack saw thet rider comin his way He
thanked there might be some kina gun play With shock, realized it was the Preacher named John Who was no amigo, but a gunslingin phenomenon Out
his back door, Bad Boy jumped on his ride It
was either hittin trail or else he’d have died Thet Preacher came to administer a last right Havin Bad Boy thinkin bout nuthin but flight Down
through the Brazos, with Waco his aim Far
away from thet Preacher’s sharp-shootin game But
that avenging Rider stayed hot on his tail And
bout scapin, Bad Boy wuz to ultimately fail Bad Boy had been buried with his boots on Bad Boy had tried but he weres badly out-drawn He'd paid a price for insultin sweet Mary-Lou Which
had been sumthin he jes shudn’t do © 2024 Dave BrownAuthor's Note
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Added on March 25, 2024 Last Updated on March 28, 2024 AuthorDave BrownNanaimo Vancouver Island, West coast, CanadaAboutI'd like to thank those who have been kind enough to review my efforts. more..Writing
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