Smedley rolled a smoke and looked inside his poke,
He nearly had a stroke, discoverin’ he was broke.
What was he to do, to drive away the blue?
He didn’t have a clue, nor a dollar for a brew.
Then he looked around, saw somethin’ on the ground,
Look what he had found, was this his turnaround?
A ticket he could scratch, and if the numbers match,
That’d be quite a catch, his fortune to unlatch.
His hopes began to rise, for a really nice surprise,
Revealed before his eyes, a Prickly Cactus prize,
A hundred-dollar win, where would he begin?
Debauchery and sin, that would make him grin.
He was really set, he’d make a football bet,
Pay off a little debt, and get his whistle wet.
Soon it would be gone, nuthin’ left to pawn,
Broke before the dawn, he was woebegone.
LDT May 4, ‘24
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sounds like it’s all a slippery slope! I was pretty sure it wouldn’t solve his problems.
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I need to contact you about using the Glasgow jailbrake story. How can I make contact again.
Peggy Rutter Cornwell peggcornwell@nemont.net. corrected e-mail address
Phone 406 648 5593
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Peggy, feel free to use The Great Glasgow Jailbreak article it in any way you see fit. As I recall it is part of your family history. It was always my desire to make it freely available in the public domain. If you would like it as a Word document, let me know. I can be reached at thillld44@gmail.com
Thanks,
Larry Thill
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