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Almost High Noon
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I tap tramp trail
selfish soiled slothful ~ won’t
even do a labor job
on the horizon something better gets closer
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Yuma ingrown
not too friendly
charitably
feeds me
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Jesus is
the company
I seek
in my unapproachable way
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A cute chubby little blessing
crossing the street
smiles & gives
me the time of day
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And in the ghost town of
my mind
a hammer is heard
hitting a nail
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The Wall Street Occupiers
& The Tea Party
have started rebuilding
Mary’s Saloon
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Where she continues
to
serve
shots of pure grace
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Ahhhhhhh grace
the ability
to do
good deeds
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Down the tracks
a shrill whistle
blows &
a train approaches
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Bringing us the next
President
of
the United States…
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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