Hubert Wilson Poems

Hell bent for that there city slicker!
Inside a bar for rounds of liquor.
Lookin' every hombre in the eye.
Lightin' words began to fly!
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Wailin', Willie - and ME?
Incredible as it might be!
Lovin' life on the edge!
Lookin' always beyond it very ledge!
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Checking the police red light camera photos batch.
Really peculiar picture his eye did catch?
Out of focus?
Strange locus?
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Macho man?
Excusing the Vietnam War from which he ran!
Greatness personified?
Absent the truth from which he does hide!
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