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8 novembre Mr MississippiI ran away
to something just a bit better
than a cheap hotel
Hanging out in the lobby
nothing else to do
I start in on a Computer Game
When behind my back
(No not exactly the gunfighter's seat)
Enter: Big Mississippi Man
in kewl cowboy boots
his footfalls are loud
confident, proud
Turning I see
One tall, sweet drink of...water
Now I'm just minding in my mind
my own mind's Business
While he takes a seat with his Business Friends
and they set their mind's to their
Big Business
My Game continues
Ohh the Runaway
As if on cue we head for
Coffee
with a slow Southern Pace
Mr Mississippi and I meet face to face
that's when his NUMBER enters my space
Then we part
without a
Trace
Trinity Keller ~ 11-08-2007
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