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The Old 5y Ranch

There is an old ranch outside of El Paso in New Mexico No windmills, not a drop of water, sits on the Mexican border No horses or cattle, not a cowboy does it employ Used to be a working cattle ranch, but that was long ago Now a lot of outlaw, no law and order Now it is just the Devil's toy The old ranch house, the window are painted black All run down the fences of barb wire Bones of ghost cattle lay in the sand, from cattle mutilations Used in ceremonies for the Devil's attack The witches dance and chant around a bon fire Human sacrifices are taken as donations Cowboy hat, boots and spurs, are gone by the way No round up or rawhide on this outfit In the tall mesquite dunes, a "sweat lodge" is where they worship always carry on by night, never during the day Where "The Head Witch reigns, don't think that she will ever quit Booby traps galore, so you had better not slip A multi million dollar cocaine shipping factory Hidden off in the brush.under lock and key Shipped by railroad, by air and Interstate Ten A Helluva a tale and quite a story Where "muling drugs" got it's name, when brought in by donkey Don't get caught out there, you might not get back Now for the scary part, if the other was not bad enough When you think our Southern border is safe, well think again? They are protected by the police and the United States Border Patrol Telling us they are fighting drugs and it is tough And the war on drug, they are going to win How can they when the Devil has their soul

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/23/2010 11:39:00 PM
You should right a book, putting all of your poems into one story, broken up in sections.the devil would only be able to take to souls who have fallen into darkness or the souls of the weak who try to resist, but their spirit is just not strong enough.but it's pretty scary.only my thoughts.have a great night Danny. -Always&Forever LYnette
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Date: 4/22/2010 8:32:00 AM
I expect to be on the road tomorrow, Danny, but look forward to reading your next work when I reach my destination. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/20/2010 8:37:00 PM
Oh wow! That is a very chilling write, bring to the reader a very sad reality. Thanks for sharing, Danny. Hope all is well with you. Take care, Caroline.
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Date: 4/20/2010 7:09:00 AM
Deep,Well written have a nice one . p.d.
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Date: 4/20/2010 6:46:00 AM
How sad that the old ranch and its much-needed operations have been abandoned to make way for this type of activity, Danny. A friend's son works for the Border Patrol and it is a tough job trying to combat those who seek to traffic in drugs across the border. And I never before knew how the phrase "muling drugs" was coined. Great poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/20/2010 6:41:00 AM
It 's wonderful poem. I enjoyed it
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