No One Was Willing To Listen
We thought he was a murdering scoundrel
We thought he had stolen old Webber’s horse.
No one was willing to listen to this stranger.
So we hanged another innocent man of course.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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