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Deadwood

Acacia tree satel’ the prairie land townsfolk gather the witnessing stand music man muster the rhythm band... a waltz they played, gravedigger prep a solo grave, shackles jingle accursed limbs... hands & feet, each thwack step... weak, weak, weak, hidden from popular sight a woman, Abigail, weep latched onto mercy’s flee hers the lie condemned the meek, hangman readies the gullies floor spring-door spring, dangling legs swing, neck snap a hoarsen gasp, buckeyes bleed,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/7/2018 10:33:00 PM
Hi David.. We live in a crazy, sometimes scary, world of reality. But here on this page is another world.. one of wonder, creativity, adventure, and imagination. Stoping in and checking out your skillful write is the highlight of my day!
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