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Another High Noon 4
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I could not fathom, I did not understand
how a gun turned into a joint in the old fat man’s hand
his cowboy hat was crooked, his leg was lame
his “I hate Obama” sign was a dirty rotten shame…
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His partners also aimed & fired at The Occupiers
who rejoiced with rhapsody to see
in each Tea Party man’s hand a lit doobie ready to toke
& a bunch of pistolas that were now a splatter like egg yoke…
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I could not fathom, I did not see
how any of this could be
then I spun around & gawked at Mary
she was laughing somewhat heartily!
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And the barmaid explained:
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“Poor Rawclyde
you’re such a perplexed ghost
I prayed for harmony
& my famous Son answered me!”
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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