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Apr 2021
We tighten the circles and still expect miracles to happen,
and happen they will, but probably won't.

I don't hold much store in folk lore and none at all in fables.

Saturday at the 'Ponderosa'
(in black and white)
when the steers have been steered
clear and the  'High Chaparral' has sunk
the boys'll get drunk on mescal and mix
with the senoritas who'll give them the
cold shoulders,
boys never learn, do they?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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