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Miss Doctich told the cop
She’d seen that Bonnie

Parker girl in the WC in
Some store in Tennessee

In the next closet next to
Mine I could hear her

Muttering through the
Wall but the cop chewing

Gum just stood and stared
Gave her a blank look then

Said how’d you know it was
Her? Besides she was shot

In some ambush back in
1934 my granddaddy said

He’d seen her laid out dead
As a squashed louse but Miss

Doctich insisted it was her
And said she’d seen her enter

The closet in those old-fashioned
Clothes and shoes dusty and

Worn smoking and cursing
And swearing and slamming

The door but the cop shook
His head and thought the old

Dame was a few dimes short
Of a dollar and just went along

With her nodding and pulling a
Serious face his features like

One wanting to fart but holding
It in out of politeness and unseen

By either of them walking through
The store Bonnie Parker wearing

The old fashion clothes and dusty
Shoes Miss Doctich said she wore.