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When 23 Was Old
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When 23 Was Old |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity 
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Sitting on the Greyhound It feels kind strange As I look out of the window Across the open plains Somewhere in the distance Beneath the blazing sun Lay the bodies of the Legends That have died by the gun Far beyond the cactus And the Mason Dixon line In the canyons and the deserts Lost in the sands of time A thousand different stories That make up this land Geronimo & The Alamo Custer's final stand From the gunfight at the OK Corral To The Last Chance Saloon Lay discarded wanted posters For Men who died too soon (Now) Jesse James, Doc Holiday Wyatt Earp and Buffallo Bill Keep each other company For Eternity on Boot Hill With belly's full of licquor And pockets full of Gold Killed by somebody quicker When 23 was old...... |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Yes, I guess 23 was old in those days. lWe have come a little way. Interesting slant on the old west. Joyce |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Great poem Effjayel, thoroughly enjoyed it. It took me back to my younger days when we used to see all those wild men of the West in the movies, have a good day. Lindsay |
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LadyTom Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 353LA, CA |
wonderful!!! When I drove my first long distant drive...from St.Louis to LA, I kept entertaining myself by thinking that if those roads could talk, if those trees could talk, if those bushes and desert could talk, what kind of stories they were going to tell me? What if the cloud could talk?  Aunt T |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
Your tour through the old west was interesting. |
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