If I ever ran away...
I'd do it up old school all the way
with a stick on my shoulder holding all my possessions inside a tiny red polkadotted hankerchief...
screw the whore house
(pun intended...hahaha I laugh at my own jokes)I'd find a rail road to walk along side of for miles and miles
and all the while I'd be whistling a sad low song
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