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JAILHOUSE BLUESMy sister is in the jailhouse my nephew's too. They're all singing those jailhouse blues. In there for steeling,murder and drugs. Their moma's didn't give enough kisses and hugs. Try to ask my sis how ya doin at least once a week. She say's sister your letters are so sweet. I try to send her money to get what she needs. Our moma would say come on Teresa do a good dead. This was wrote for you sis I hope you think it's funny. From your loving sister and your brother-n-law Bunny. Teresa Skyles 09-Dec-09 True story. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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