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The Big Sleep

I'm in a tight spot this guns for hire sure it spits fire but only six shots I'm in nightmare alley down a side street I see a red light no black angel's in sight there's no place to pray no sacred way just a frightened city a place with no pity I'm not a big shot I got no big deal I'm just illegal looking to steal the cops had me cornered it's my last day no reasonable doubt no chance of a stay the big house wants me I want to live it's time to quit for the law won't forgive this is my story crime ain't no glory just a public defender my case out to tender high walls of San Quintin they hem me in just a high window no visits from kin I can't tell a lie each dawn I die behind locked doors but the damned don't cry I'm for the big sleep I'm feeling the heat it's time for the pay-off my maker to meet

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Date: 5/27/2020 6:48:00 AM
Stark and succinct, and a great read! One big nutshell of a poem, excellent piece Alan. Hats off to you ~mo
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Alan Ford
Date: 5/27/2020 7:02:00 AM
Thanks so much. An earlier poem received no comments after 51 views. So pleased to get one.

Book: Shattered Sighs