Lucky strike

The outlaws yellow gold and painted whores digs and rigs and mountain men. We went mining refining dining on dirt gambling the shirt on our backs glasses and cork good news loose talk killers and drillers. The stores that sold or so it was told everything under the Sun…

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The high lonesome

vapour trails disintegrate I wait and watch them go, why do aeroplanes when overhead appear to go so slow? It’s only life I’m looking at and that don’t bother me, I’m disintegrating slowly like the vapour trails I see. On my fifty things to do list of which I missed so many, I think the…

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