Here I sit in this ol truck
Way up in this tree
And in it's dash I found
A plastic red rose for thee
I luv ya baby, but
I love to hunt and fish
So I'll put this pretty flower
In some pretty little dish
Why, looky there in the floor
A nice yellow rose by the door
I'll have to wash it up
For it's dirty, layin on the floor
Oh here comes a big doe
As pretty as can be
Almost as pretyy as you baby
At least you are to me
I sure luv ya baby
For you are my misses
And I'll try and make it up
With loads of hugs and kisses
wrote 2/8/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
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