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Vigilante Suite II
By Malcholm Dark
There
once was a rustler, a killer our sheriff had jailed
And with
whiskey and hate, our justice system again failed.
To the nearest
tree we went with our rope, our man and our cause
And hung
a vicious outlaw...
or at least, we believe he
was!
--Hang the guilty and hang'em high
stretch their necks
and watch'em die.
--To all evildoers who envade our town
get
the hell out of Dodge, before sundown!
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Copyright 2010 Malcholm Dark
Author's Note:
This is the last wildwest poem for awhile, time to mosey on to the next watering hole...Comments on "Vigilante Suite II"
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On Thursday, April 22, 2010, lupus tenebrae
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wrote:
I loved the Wildwest series really brought forth my feelings of wanting to have lived back then. I guess if they believed he was a rustler, it was true lol. Thanks for sharing.
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