Deadwood Poems - Poems about Deadwood

I'm working off my sins in the usual way, A Cornish knight of no worship, Languishing amid the aroma Of easy women and open bets. Don't tell the boss, but I'd do it for free So long as the whiskey holds out And the law don’t flower in the Dakotas. After all, there’s harder ways to...

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A living forest, Where chirping birds chorale and Butterflies whispers, Beyond my styled wood door, and Timbered home of nailed panels. Date: 04/28/2019...

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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 ...

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Mad dog Dead blog Odd lot Dead plot Old rot New lot Freak show Bad flow Fad fades Odd shades Lost space Gone case Zero Hero End game Bad name Leon Enriquez 25 November 2017 Singapore...

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DEADWOOD S.D. deadwood s.d. built between mountain sides seated at cards in that valley of death wild bill Dave Austin...

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SITTING ALONE ON DEADWOOD AIN'T GOOD Although I wanted her to stay I needed her to do what made her feel best and so she left me here recalling what it felt like to lay upon her chest I was setting her free even though I wanted to keep her in a cage and now i'm sitting in one...

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(At Wild Bill Hickok’s Grave) Those bold Black Hills of South Dakota, Darkly murmur of all your Badlands— You have left now like the Lakota— On that hillside your monument stands. Hills pulse under Ponderosa pines— Strong night breezes have yet much to say— Legends linger on lips and pale shrines— They know that Wild Bill once passed this way. You sleep long in...

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