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Repercussion
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Oh the repercussions of
what I have done
are haunting me no end
cries out the soul of
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Town
Sheriff
Isom
Dart
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He slips the key into his vest
straightens the badge on his chest
throws open the jail-cell door
walks out into the morning sunshine
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There are birds chirping
a train hoots in the distance
a child is at play on the porch
but it’s all just the ghost town moaning
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Then a bullet sings thru the air
splinters the wall nex’ his eyelash
a foul burst of dust blurrs his vision
alas, this is not Memory Lane
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It’s
happening
right
now!
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Sheriff Dart tumbles behind a
rusted chunk of mining works located
just right for the occasion
3 more bullets slice the air
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“You shoulda never killed him, Dart!”
it’s a female voice
unmistakable
more lead smites and clangs
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“No more excuses, Dart!”
zip
zippitty
zippp
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How many lady friends did this feller have anyway?
muses the town sheriff
under the porch now
digging his elbows into the dirt…
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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