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Outlaw
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Ironhorse Writer
©08/08/2007
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He's of a breed, cut from a cloth
That shall never be denied
Often prone
To stand alone
Finding solace within his ride
Babies and dogs are a weakness
Ladies are ever a vice
Loyal to his brothers
Does not play well with others
Refuses to 'make nice'
Into the night rides the outlaw
Shadows, long past, astride
Knowing not to where
Nor does he care
Only, that he must abide
The dawn awakes to find him
Peering deep within it's soul
Being near it
Calms his spirit
As all too soon, he must roll
Atop a steed of lightening
Commanding it's thunderous wake
The law at his heels
The freedom he feels
A way of life at stake
Into the night rides the outlaw
Shadows, long past, astride
Knowing not to where
Nor does he care
Only, that he must abide
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