Ghost Town Prolepsis, Version 6501
Three rode out from the town of Adam
Blew dust through the doors of Kansas
Three of him all tall as I am
Drawn the last gasp good deed by them
(red side-winder slithering, post-anti-shrill winds
hooooowll.. ..ooooohhh.. whooo.ooo.ooo.oooo.ooohhh... owwllll..ing)
©2010 g.o.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
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