Deep in Sinaloa there live three sisters
They are known as the Blushing Morels
With AKs strapped to their thighs
They blow the heads off all who cross them
Fearless warriors, they are a match for any man
Many have challenged them, and all have failed
Their rivals’ bodies are ripped apart by bullets
Fired from the guns hidden beneath their skirts
Sweeping past in a convoy of SUVs
Children strain their necks to catch a glimpse
The Blushing Morels toss sweets and other goods
They love their people and will protect them
It is said they keep their florid complexions
From bathing in their victims’ blood
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THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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