The Old West

September 8, 2009
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Lightening strikes the land.
Its lik god smashing the ground.
The cows scream out loud.

The men ride all night.

With the bight cloudless sky.

The stars shining bright
I walk in the bar.
Im surrounded by fighting.
Everything goes black.

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