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Dusty
always walked
born with a crooked
hip..or spine
walked sideways
kind of sexy in a way
Like one of those old
reserve dawgs that U
just never were sure of
heading down the road
thru the ditch and into
the woods..said the trees
and birds kept her company
but she was always keeping
the bad company
said she were no sugar
and spice
I was always driving her around
summer with the windows down
Playing my sisters old cassettes
beer runs for the old man