13,404. THE STREETS OF LAREDO

THE STREETS OF LAREDO

If this still remains a hand-me-down

world, I wonder from who and from

where. There aren't any children receiving

used toys for their Christmas morning

happiness, so why should we be so

fated? My message to date : It's all a

recurrence, an over-and-again phase

we just never recognize.

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There's a charnel house just down the

road  -  I've noticed  -  not one, but at the

end of every block in this world! There's

no escaping the Oblivion Express, and

that wagon comes too, over and again,

down the same old streets. No escaping

this world it's taking.

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The whistle vendor blows his pipe. The

tumbleweed scatters. The streets of Laredo

are quiet tonight; I guess that's all that

matters.