Wild things grow

The Devil’s daughter walks on water, I fall and sink into her depths. These maps I make take me far away in search of El Dorado and the daughter of the Devil prays she holds my hand I hold my breath and listen to what she says. I taste in sin her Eastern origin and…

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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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A raft in the Rockies

On the St Lawrence going upriver today there may be gold in them hills that I see lay before me I will do me some panning and see what pans out, panning is what my life’s all been about a nugget or two will do no need to be needy or any need to be…

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