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Nov 2013
Wyatt Earp felt the cold sweat
As fear creeped and sneaked up his spine

His fate was sealed, for certain
The grim reaper knew
that he was next in line

As the minutes went on
And the scalpings continued
Oh lord....Earp cried out in concern

Just then a Sioux brave
chopped his head from his body
And threw his carcass in the flames
and watched it burn
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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