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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