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Oct 2014
Waiting on the bone collector

to come collect the pieces I left her.

The pieces of bone from this ragpicker

She grinds them for her white gunpowder.

To shoot me up
or shoot me down

when that bone collector comes to town.
Mandy Owensby
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Mandy Owensby  Colorado
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