Sheriff has his feet up
Outlaw rides a path
Deputy is cleanin up
***** draws a map
Of a tumble ****
Tumbelin down the street
Where the fields a burnin
And the wells are dry
And the blacks burnin
The curious eyes
Of a crow perched on a fence
wheat hangin from its beak
Where bones are speakin
From a barn ablaze
Old man speakin
From the flames
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Sheriff has his feet up
Outlaw rides a path
Deputy is cleanin up
***** draws a map
Of a tumble ****
Tumbelin down the street
Where the fields a burnin
And the wells are dry
And the blacks burnin
The curious eyes
Of a crow perched on a fence
wheat hangin from its beak
Where bones are speakin
From a barn ablaze
Old man speakin
From the flames
Admittedly, this ones a bit weird. After reading it several times a day for two days, i feel as though its an opening to a bigger piece that may require a hook, and though i hate hooks and hate following any kind of rule set, i think it would be fitting for whatever the **** it is im trying to do here. Feedback appreciated. I will likely disregaurd it, and utilize your feedback in my own way, but i appreciate it none the less. You ******* rock!
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