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she don’t ride much now

hood’s a faded pink

hair snow white

her woodsman a decade gone

still she keeps a loaded 9 mil

under the pillow

you never know who

might come calling

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walking the wild wood
she came upon a bedraggled crimson red hood
she looked all around
no one was there
this wasn't hers
she marched straight
to Grandma's house
the door sagging
roof fallen in
nothing there but old yellow bones