Western
Sit Tall in the Saddle
and watch morning’s light shuffle across the herd moving lazily with moos accompanying their gladness for a mouthful of grass. Time to check for...
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Dust Never Settles
Soft and cool, my young legs stretched and toes splayed in a JC Penney palace beside you in the old bed. The blue room, where four decades later you...
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Shoebox Heart
We boys sat round a flip-topped box fondling reverently ancient cardboard and new plastic. Our imaginations fired, lust and the first flush of desire...
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lookers
Up until about three years ago, I was normal. Now I stand outside the Co-op in Dalmuir and I’ve got a dog, with a piece of string for a lead. People...
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lesson 1 our neighbours are not our friends
Children don’t need to check their experience Lost - they just laugh or cry Silence is the found sound of the awful why? Every day the world ends...
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Eyes
In front of my eyes I finally see all of my dreams come to life In front of my eyes I'm seeing you walk down that aisle to become my wife In front of...
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The Lone Ranger and Tonto
I fight injustice in the West and help people who are in danger. When my brother was murdered, I became the Lone Ranger. I bring outlaws to justice...
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A Memory
A Memory - By Paul McCann . https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2xY-hCcSLrU . There’s dust on the street and a wind from the west , blows the dust at my...
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Beyond Bronson Hill
On those wintry nights, Ms. Abigail Parker wasn't sure exactly when the day ended, and the evening began.
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Ghosts in the Alley
Someone once told me that deciding to become a teacher was like deciding to open a bowling hall in your brain. The intoxicating toxic smell of beer,...
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