The lean strangers
by kvennarad
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The lean strangers
all the lone rangers
their golden guns
and silver slugs
ride away pinto express
into the singing desert
slip into the western sun
the wires zing while
the cool shade girls sip
tequila cocktail and wonder
who/why/where
was that masked butch?
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©Marie Marshall
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