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You've read the story of Jesse James--
Of how he lived and died;
If you're still in fear
Of having nothing to wear
Here's a line from Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are true artist.
Of whom you’ll eventually read
Well they cut, sew and paint
And those who seek quaint
Are sure to find what they need.
They’ve lots of experience & background;
They're real creative as that;
Their talent’s not raw;
They hate their clients to bore
with their tops, pants and hats.
They call them Caribbean designers;
Their lines are complex and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When his art was honest and upright and clean.
But clients fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him back in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I intend to be free,
and I ‘m sure my ideas will work well."
The road was unusually lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
they wouldn't give up till they tried.
Now it gets brighter and brighter;
sometimes they can barely see;
I gets easier dress to dress,
Frankly they don’t mind the stress,
For they know their ideas will be free.
We’ve seen what others have offered;
Your expectations may even be wry
But take it all in all,
Such a vision is small
Till you’ve experienced Bonnie and Clyde!
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