Repeater - Poem by Ima Ryma
Police respond to some shots fired.
A tourist is found down and dead.
But, it's determined she expired,
Not shot, but heart attack instead.
Witnesses say a man appeared
Out of thin air with pistol drawn -
Like in the old west. It was weird -
Like a gunfight was going on.
A fierce gunfight that is well known
In that historical locale,
A strip mall in downtown Tombstone,
The site of the O.K. Corrall.
An eeriness that sends out chills -
The ghost of Wyatt Earp still kills.
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