Quick And The Dead Poems - Poems about Quick And The Dead

I rode into town with the sun sinking low, I thought "it's too quiet, somehow they know" I wrote his name on the bullet, loaded it into the gun He had taken my farm and shot my dear son. I walked in the saloon, I said "find me Maclay!" The bartender whispered, "Boy, best walk...

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There once a dare devil named Dan smugly swung with only one hand forgot and let go of the rope in tow sank in a thick pool of quicksand....

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Some pirates once used, this uncharted land, To bury their treasure, and contraband. Now, where x marks that spot, On a map, time forgot. They all lie entombed, submerged in quicksand. 4 / 14 / 2019....

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I hope to heaven that when I die I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky and then upon a dust-bowl cloud we'll find the grace to sing aloud, and that the Heavens won't debar the using of a stringed guitar, though usually the angel choir prefers to play the harp or lyre. When Woody asks how things have bin in the world...

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The quick and the dead never greet Polar opposites that only, if they do ever meet Cross paths at the end of a trajectory of a blast of light A split second, high energy collision of heavy weights The final release in a collapse of quaking knees The messenger of death delivers the dreaded news Expressed in a trigger of crushed...

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