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The Woulds Will Become Scars |
The wounds will become scars
He swore up and down at the old horse
Who in better years had no knowledge of the glue factory
Still today it had no knowledge of the glue factory
But in a horsey sense it felt things were not the sour
The rancher knew of the glue factory
He had known about it for fifty-five years
For many of those years he wished
He could send his wife and daughter to be paste
But goddamn it the government made a law against such things
He told the county sheriff exactly how he felt
The county sheriff had no sympathy
He wished he could slug the sheriff
The goddamn it government made a law about such things
The rancher plugged the old horse between the eyes
When he turned around his daughter had a bead on him
A revolver held by two hands
Thankfully the government made a law about such things
He sighed
To hell with the government
She sighed
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Grant
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