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Another High Noon 3
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As I recall it wasn’t the mall
t’was a ghost town half fallen down
Tea Partiers’ guns burnished, unholstered
Occupiers in panic tore into the floor, dug into the ground…
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And then I saw ~ I swear its true
a chariot flew by, stormy sky flip-flopped blue
A Tea Party bro aimed & shot
but flower petals was all the cah-boom brought
and the gun in his hand
tooled in Woody Guthrie land
turned kind of gooey like snot
from gun metal gray to a kind of yellow
& the Tea Party fellow turned kinda mellow
‘cuz all that was left in his hand
yes, this is your land
was a gun splattered like egg yoke
around a joint lit-up & ready to toke
t’was drama by God glorious & grand!
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In the haunted saloon with half a roof
a miracle had occurred ’bout 90 proof
something like this, they explain, cannot happen
except in a ghost town called Love…
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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