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The Sheriff
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He sits on the bunk
heart goodly sunk
on the table a cactus chunk
& a pot of coffee
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He sits in remorse
thinks about his horse
the one that died
desert fried
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He’s the sheriff
the last human alive
in a ghost town called
you know what
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He sits in a locked jail cell
he’s got the key
he’s most comfortable in here
a total urbanite
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Oh but woe oh woe
is he & all those others who
wait for the show to begin
under the hanging tree
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It’s a terrible disappointment
to oh so many in the nation
the sheriff’s name is
Isom Dart
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However there is one lady
in this rocket on the launching pad
of intergalactic travel
whom it does not bother
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Yes, one woman charmed by
the futility of living in
a town run amok
by a spooked sheriff
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This woman who desires him
is Diana
my Diana
Diana Longtree
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She’s a ghost
I’m a ghost
we’re the ghosts in this
dusty old western movie…
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Yours
truly
Rawclyde
!
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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