Gunplay Poems - Poems about Gunplay

...hunters are long gone remaining deer are safe meadow is still in shock from the gunplay november sunset is a relief no more loud noises no more death bam! spoken too soon......

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...Gunplay The confused inner-city kid Had a gun Another boy didn´t show him respect So., he shot him dead. The gun-boy fled into a park Hid under a bush Shivering in the cold rain. Now he wa......

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...The wife was driving the Wong Wei When she heard the sound of gunplay Auto-da-fé She sped away And lived to drive another day......

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...Little black pearl formed from city grit pressurized by violence layers of scars-a survivor. There were no birds or trees only concrete eggs in broken nests harsh decades under moonlit gunplay......

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...He was a gunfighter so they say And his life ended thataway On his tombstone where he lay Tells us where one might stay Living day to day Facing gunplay And not pray - Cold grey Clay 11-......

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...I. Myron Baker wasn’t much of a man for gunplay, whiskey, or ladies of the night. He'd made his move out the western way for space to live his life just as he liked. He’d gotten himself a good......

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... Please don’t blame the automatic weapon that synagogue killed me, tragically, the other day The hands which held it are Second Amendment clean — Gunpowder washed in crimson water of......

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...Gunplay The confused inner city kid had a gun. Another boy didn`t show him respect, so he shot him dead. The gun boy fled into a park, under a bush hid. He is a hero by younger boys. Sirens......

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... Ricochet bullet, a bullet with someone else's name written on it ... It makes a 45-degree right turn off the concrete pavement, and finds you instead You just went to the corner gas station ......

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...Gunplay 1 They don´t have guns in heaven only tooth picks, but god has got a golden gun, given to him by the producer of James Bond movies. He toys with it just for fun when newcomers arrive......

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...I had fallen in love with a young Mexican maiden in the town of El Paso Completely mesmerized by her eyes had me following her wherever she would go. In Rosa’s Cantina, the music would play and C......

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...Chic Waco was the marshal of our little town. Stood near six-two and usually sported a frown. Never said a lot but what he said, was said mighty clear. Most likely if he was talking to you,......

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...Down these mean streets a man must go come shine, come rain, come hail, come snow; a trenchcoat, gun and cigarette, with hardboiled charm and gumshoe sweat. Pink neon signs light up the place......

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...If we looked hard enough we could see. Something going on daily in the shadowed areas of the country. This routine. This time it's a man who cannot feed his seed. Welfare and food stamps ......

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