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Another High Noon 2
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I couldn’t tell, I wasn’t sure, my aura was foggy
despite two shots of grace I still felt groggy
this broken-down saloon must be infested with ghosts
each group talked past the other as if the other could not be seen…
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The Tea Party folks, most old & fat, loaded & cocked their guns
the Wall Street Occupiers pitched their tents & had no funds
“oh Mary, oh Mary,” I cried, “can’t you do something here?”
the barmaid folded her hands, prayed for a more harmonic scene…
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There is bad ground & good ground
in this American ghost town
in which the haunted saloon moans its sad tune
which echoes & re-echoes around every broken-down thing…
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)
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