Po Box 500

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DEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back 
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in the slammer, you should havn 
known better
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than to try it a second time, in 
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the state of Alabama. I'm gonna miss
 your
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midnight shows, and miss your early
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 mornin' tokes, your big buddha face
 smilin'
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out across the ocean. You were a 
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good thief, you taught me what to 
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steal, I
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guess you know by now how much I
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 took from you for real. I'll give 
it all back
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to you next parole for sure, and we
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 can visit crazy Mary up in 
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Camarillo.


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DEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back 
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under the hammer, should have known 
better
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than to keep the badge you found 
from the police on the beach last 
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summer,
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but while you're freshly shaved and
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 down in weight we'll take that 
Cevrolet and
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blaze all the way down to Mexico, 
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we'll find that long lost valley we 
talked
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about so much, we'll disappear in 
smoke, then we'll emerge from the 
desert
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dust, and enter that golden city,
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 with restaurants, running water, 
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and women oh
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so pretty.

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DEAR ROBERT, when they took you 
                    Em
last time I remember, the police 
light show was
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bright like the 4th. of July, 
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right in the middle of December, as
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 I strolled by
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your place, unnoticed in the crowd,
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 who stood by in the red lights as 
they took
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you down. As you got into the 
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police car, chrome bracelets on your
 wrist, wich
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everybody knows can be painful 
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with just a twist, but you just 
smiled at
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everybody, the police knew for 
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sure this was not their territory.

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P.S. Robert I found the supermarket
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 bag you left me, I'll smoke a 
little every
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day, and as the smoke clears 
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away, you come right back into my 
memory, yea,