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* Lead Pained *

 

Looking

Through their window,

Lead pained aberrations,

Old corked whisky’s there,

Musty air….

Saloon doors closed,

Six guns won’t draw…

And time just doesn’t share anymore

 

 

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By Laz.F. 19/4/2010

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