James Laid Press my hand over your mouth so your mother couldn't hear you scream, Some would say we went a little far with the raspberries and cream, I love the way you ride me but I prefer to finish on top, Scarf became a blindfold and added to the toys and the props, Came just one too many time, Now youve Forgot your name but you won't be forgetting mine, It seemed a little crazy but it turned into something we loved, I dread to think of the banging that we made from above, The beds a little squeaky so we layed the quilt on the floor, I knew I had but she made check that I'd shut the door, Came just one too many time, Now youve Forgot your name but you won't be forgetting mine, Girl I loved your sex, now I'm just an ex, You took from me something no one could steal, Now all I have is the memories and the way i used to feel, You look far more beautiful when I know that you don't care, Oh so very pretty with no make up an not done hair, My happiest times were spent holding you as you came, You may have seemed it but you were anything than tame, Came just one too many time, Now youve Forgot your name but you won't be forgetting mine, Girl I loved your sex, now I'm just an ex, I can do without the prior but not with the last I remember that first time that we ever had sex, Ill Try not to be nostalgic as I say it was the best, We came together sat up and pulled each other close, I fell in love now your the subject of every toast, Came just one too many time, Now youve Forgot your name but you won't be forgetting mine, Girl I loved your sex, now I'm just an ex, I can deal without the prior but not with the last To me you were perfect and I know that that is a fact, I could have kept you if I'd just had a little more tact, You were the best thing that ever could have happened to me It's clear that I want you but I care more for your happiness Came just one too many time, Now youve Forgot your name but you won't be forgetting mine, Girl I loved your sex, now I'm just an ex, You took from me something no one could steal, I cana deal with the prior but no with the last Middle

American Civil War #poem Dear madam, I am a soldier, and my speech is rough and plain. I'm not much used to writing, and I hate to give you pain, But I promised I would do it, and he thought it might be so If it came from one that loved him, perhaps it would ease the blow. By this time, you must surely guess the truth I feign would hide, And you'll pardon me for rough soldier words, while I tell you how he died. It was in the maw of battle. Fast rained the shot and shell. I was standing close beside him, and I saw him when he fell. So I took him in my arms, and laid him on the grass. It was going against orders, but I think they let it pass. 'Twas a minne ball that struck him. It entered at his side. But we didn't think it fatal 'til this morning, when he died. "Last night, I wanted so to live. I seemed so young to go. Last week I passed my birthday. I was just 19, you know. When I thought of all I planned to do, it seemed so hard to die. But now I pray to God for Grace, and all my cares gone by." And here his voice grew weaker, as he paused and raised his head. And whispered, "Goodbye, Mother." And your soldier boy was dead. I carved him out a headboard, as skillful as I could And if you wish to find it, I can tell you where it stood. I send you back his hymnbook, the cap he used to wear, The lock I cut the night before, of his bright, curly hair. I send you back his bible; The night before he died, I turned its leaves together, and read it by his side. I keep the belt he was wearing; He told me so to do. It has a hole upon the side, just where the ball went through. So now I've done his bidding. I've nothing more to tell. But I shall always mourn with you the boy we loves so well. Read by daisy turner 104 in '88 wrote by her father a former slave turned union soldier.

The Highest Pleasure Overjoyed to be an Englishmun, out in the morning sun, I could be almost anyone, but I would never have such fun, I'm missing dear old Blighty, and it's only been a day, Beauty in the green pleasant land, is all I have to say, The highest pleasure known to man, comes as you're through the door, Each and every memory I gather, came with every field I saw, A walk upon the cobbled streets, sends a shiver down my spine, The Beauty of my little white rose, is entrancing and divine,

Keep Them Crinolines Honey I keep a portrait of you behind my eyes, it's the one of you in you're crinoline honey unknowingly wearing that halo high and proud.

I'm A Good Ol Rebel I'm a good ol rebel and that's just what I am, And for this Yankee nation I do not give a damn, I'm glad I fought against her, I only wished we won, I ain't asked for pardon for anything id done, I hates the Yankee nation an everything they do, I hates the Declaration of Independence too, I Hates the glorious union, Dripping with my blood, I hate the stripey banner and I fought it all I could, I rode with Robert e lee for three years there about, Got wounded in four places and I starved at point look out, I caught the cramp romanticism, camping in the snow, And I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill some more, 300 000 Yankees lay stiff in southern dust, We got 300 000 before they conquered us, They died of southern fever, Southern steal and shot, I wish we got 3 000 000 instead of what we got, I can't take up my musket and fight them now no more, But I ain't gunna love them and that is certain sure, I don't want no pardon for what I was and am, I won't be reconstructed and I do not give a damn, I'm a good ol rebel and that's just what I am, And for this Yankee nation I do not give a damn, I'm glad I fought against her, I only wished we won, I ain't asked for pardon for anything id done,