I am in Jail and I want you to Send me
evidence of my not being guilty. Burglars and
Theives never have been my companions, and
if they have made tools of others they never have
roped me in.    And to get out of here it will
be best to have good Lawyers.   Be Sure to bring them
and not mind expence.  My hair is turning
grey from hard fare & trouble. The other day I
Saw a man I knew to be from Chicago. But
he never Saw me.   It is bad for to be Shut up 
here. The grates and iron doors look hard to me
But the Jailer is not hard on me, and appears
to be looking out for my good. and is a good friend
to me

		Translation
		I am in Jail and I want you to
Send me my burglars tools, to get out of here. Be  
Sure to bring my hair Saw, to Saw the grates.
The Jailer is not looking out for me

A Rogue’s “Stall”
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