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Epilogue

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The town sheriff

one black lonesome partner

tilted back in a chair

by the hanging tree

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Sheriff Isom Dart

got so lonely there

he packed a few things on a burro

melted into the brush

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When the train

chug-chugged around the bend

it blew it’s whistle but kept going

without even slowing down

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Now

there’s nothing there

whatever town was there

has melted into the earth

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A couple lizards

dart from bush to bush

a bird perches on a cactus

   whispering wind…

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  A Ghost Town Called Love

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