Shots rang out and several fell,
A scene plucked out of Deepest Hell.
The Clanton lad lay dying there
All at once they heard him murmer
'Where are my points? Oh were are they?
I lost them on a Saturday.'
Doc shook his head and Wyatt said:
'Don't get that, bud, . Besides he's dead.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll give you 500 points for that! :) I hope you get your points back.
Yes, Wyatt came up with the goods. Somehow he rescued the whole 4000 plus. Some other members too. I know Kelly was one. He still owes me a pint!