Sunday, November 13, 2016
Gunman Comments
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Clean my stick,
load my six,
meet him in the street has the dust blows thick.
Wind to my back,
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7/22/2025 5:20:39 AM # 1.0.0
I like this. Clean my stick, load my six, meet him in the street as the dust blows thick. By 'stick' I interpreted as 'rifle'. 'six', of course is his six-shooter or pistol. Of course, not every gunman can be lucky every time. Nice poem, in any case!