ADVENTURE STORIES
My Broadway oasis has willows and fawns :
she walks like an angel 'tween evenings and
dawns. If I ever return from this big trip I'm
on, I'll wait in her shadows for sadness-be-gone.
The distant perspective - I only understand -
is the space between places, mediocre to grand.
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There's a flintlock guy on the little TV, he's
chasing down the rangers with intensity while
some local Shawnee injuns looking on do see
where they can take advantage of his property.
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We mind gold, we seek silver.
We find copper, we want gold.
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