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Written by Bonnie Parker.

You have read the story of Jesse James,of how he lived and died.If you are still in need of something to readhere is the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,I'm sure you all have readhow they rob and steal,and how those who squealare usually found dying or dead.
There are lots of untruth to their write ups,there are not so merciless as that.they hate all the laws.the stool pigeons, spotters and rats.
They class them as cold blooded killers.they say they are heartless and meanbut I say this with pride,that I once new Clydewhen he was honest, upright and clean.But the law fooled around,kept taking him downand locking him up in a celltill he said to me"I will never be free,so I will meet a few of them in HELL".
This road was so dimly lighted.there was no highway signs to guide,but they made up their mindsif the roads were all blindthey wouldn't give up until they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer,sometimes you can hardly see,still it's fight, man to man,and do all you canfor they know they can never be free.
If they try to act like citizensand rent them a nice little flat,about the third night they are invited to fightby a sub machine gun Rat-Tat-Tat.
If a policeman is killed in Dallasand they have no clues for a guide,if they can't find a friend,they just wipe the slate cleanand hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
Two crimes have been done in America,not accredited to the Barrow Mob,for they had no handin the kidnapping demandor the Kansas City deopt job.
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