You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
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I Hope it Rains…
I Hope it Thunders with Lightning
I Hope The Wind Kicks-Up, ‘til its Frightening
I Hope There’s a Hurricane Sighting…
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Thru His Age Lines, I Still Saw Youth
Smiling Sharpshooter, Caliber-Cute
Still Standing Tall In Hard-Worn Boots
The Cowboy, Was Bulletproof
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The Force of a Faithful Heart
Is Drumming A Victory March …
It Will Pound Relentlessly
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The Madness Of A Murderer
What Is More Rabid Or Scarier? …
It Isn’t The Knife Lunge
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Dig Down Deep
Carefully Unearth
Artifacts Will Speak
Words of Worth
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Intimacy – To Put It Delicately,
Is Closer Than Flesh Can Form
And Stronger Than The Desire
… It Bravely Springs Forth From
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A Ribbon-Ray, Across The Sea
Flung and Flown, So Prettily …
Velvet, Orange and Glittery
… A Liquid, Glistening Eulogy
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Far-Away … Light Years Away …
How Appropriate, It Is, We Say …
Light Years Away … Words To Measure
The Great Distance to Explore Celestial Treasure
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You Are The Wine
In My Cup
On Which My Heart
Has Drunk
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