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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required High noon coming ... sixty minutes to go Three angry riders, twelve hooves on a swift approach Six six-shooters strapped to the waist of six angry eyes Revenge on a five-year slow burn today ends — Somebody’s gonna die A tin star is gon fall from the sky Just before noon, the last stagecoach is leaving town Kicking a wild stallion dust cloud on the tail of the four wheels, The throats of the remaining folks is boa constrictor tightening Strolling out from the telegraph office strides the local sheriff A calvary message sent, and a preacher message delivered to the people: Stay calm, remain inside ... hold onto hope, believe in tarrying miracles And the tall, stoic sheriff looks up at the church steeple He knows time is a Roman legion, a locust swarm coming ... just ante meridiem High noon arrives, and the dust cloud subsides In the middle of the street stands three hats against one Legend has it, that the three drew the first guns And the last shots fired were faster than the first ones Six boots lay dead on the ground, and one dented tin star stood upright alive People in the county pondered the miracle witnessed that fateful day Some wondered was it a newfangled weapon that gave the lawman the edge Others debated did the high noon light reflected from the silver steeple blind the bad men ever so briefly But all confessed they witnessed a miracle just post meridiem A just after noon
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