Repercussion

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Oh the repercussions of

what I have done

are haunting me no end

cries out the soul of

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Town

Sheriff

Isom

Dart

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He slips the key into his vest

straightens the badge on his chest

throws open the jail-cell door

walks out into the morning sunshine

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There are birds chirping

a train hoots  in the distance

a child is at play on the porch

but it’s all just the ghost town moaning

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Then a bullet sings thru the air

splinters the wall nex’ his eyelash

a foul burst of dust blurrs his vision

alas, this is not Memory Lane

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It’s

happening

right

now!

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Sheriff Dart tumbles behind a

rusted chunk of mining works located

just right for the occasion

3 more bullets slice the air

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“You shoulda never killed him, Dart!”

it’s a female voice

unmistakable

more lead smites and clangs

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“No more excuses, Dart!”

zip

zippitty

zippp

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How many lady friends did this feller have anyway?

muses the town sheriff

under the porch now

   digging his elbows into the dirt…

~

~

from

Rawclyde!

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