He Wore A Poncho

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He had no name and did not need one.

His rep was everywhere, his fame

good-driven. The West personified,

dirty, eyes that saw every ant

that crawled. Good. Death feared him

coming to town.

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No matter the number, bad guys

never prevailed. No matter the class,

bad after hours followed the standard.

Even his hat was bad. A bullet

was his emblem, like a sanded desert

cowboy yarn, this side of the border,

across the ugly border, no matter.

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allets

01-04-18

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ginsywilde's picture

I really enjoyed this one, my

I really enjoyed this one, my friend. I have a new poem out, too. I hope you read it and PLEASE comment. It's called, Two Hearts. you can read it here: http://www.postpoems.org/authors/ginsywilde/poem/1057494

allets's picture

Good To See You Stranger

I saw all the Clint Eastwood movies as they came out. It was what we did. I've already read you. A blast from the past. :D