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Azure winds picks desert puffs off the canyon crests.
Corliss trots the edge of the plateau, shimmering red rock.
Over yonder the village hangs a sign, "No Good Corliss: Shoot On Sight."
When the years stretch on like an aching Texas sun,
Bad man Corliss will lay down his arms, his anger, even his grit.
Only the boy who rode the small calf will be left to pump the blood from his old heart.
Yard sales a hundred years later will sell 19th century memorabilia:
"I got this from my great-grandpa, said he got it from an old outlaw."
"Shoot, you don't say? Looks like the mark of a real cowboy."
I may not be the greatest lover
Or have the biggest tool in the shed
But over the years I’ve learned a few tricks
And know my way around in bed
She was twenty years my junior
And stuck in this lonely old town
Needing a shoulder to cry on
Her spirits and life were down
Well, one thing led to another
As we drank and talked through the night
We ended up under the covers
Neither of us knowing if this was right
I treated her more tenderly
Than any of her younger lovers ever did
Took the time to discover
Where her sexual g-spots hid
I wasn’t in any hurry
To reach my own climax
As I focused on her pleasures
Teaching her how to relax
She was taken to places she’d never been
By this man she hardly knew
Never expecting to want to see me again
When that night was through
She still lives in this old town
And has gotten on with her life
She teaches in the high school
And is now a mother and wife
But still every now and then
When she feels a little bit low
And wants to experience nirvana again
She visits to have another go
Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still cooks
Rusty shovel, dented buckets
Ma's old apron, broken dishes
Dated calendar, crooked lampshade
Chipped glass bowl for all your fishes
Ugly painting, candle holders
One old bike for exercising
Broken TV, toaster oven
Doesn't work....it's not surprising!
What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"What's the point of shopping stores??!"
"Now...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH GOOD!" "She's bought my vacuum cleaner!"
Just then I point across the street!!
Another yard sale.....and we both shriek!!
He points at me and shakes his fist
But I'll just ignore and toss a kiss
And side by side I'm in a race...
Who gets there first will buy that vase!!
Whoopee!!! I spy a broken chair...well, I can glue it!
Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!
Another point about my purchase
Perhaps I can use it for another purpose
Oh No!!...he's found old tool collections!!
And points at them with great affection!!
The point I'm making is simply this
Another's person's trash or junk, may soon become your bliss!