sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

Where is my big iron?



The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death


Like the Ranger, the karma exists only in the songs... but Texas Red it´s free in real life.

Today, looking for justice.

Sanmar

1 comentario:

  1. Muchas gracias por tu coment :D
    Está bien saber que de vez en cuando alguien lee las chorradas que escribo.
    Lo que tu escribes también me mola bastante,jeje
    Un saludillo!!

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