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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Haywire Love

           Trees along side the cool brook
           Bees swarming into a hive
           He stood tall behind the free gate
           Mourning his five horses gone
           She felt the pain in his eyes
           His long gun in hand
           After finishing a job
           Wire traps couldn't do
           Kate had horrible insane thoughts of another
           He waved five fingers
           He utter bad words to hurt Kate
           Tears flow slowly into sand
           His van horn beeped one last farewell
           Memories come and are gone
           Bad today sad tomorrow they slip away
           Haywire love hurts like hell

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