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Thursday, 1 August 2013


I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another.” Will Munny, Unforgiven

Behind me,
The crack of a snapping twig.

Look around, scan the trees
And the gaps in between,
Listen beyond the breeze,
Nothing more heard, nothing seen.

Who or what?
A dog, a wolf,
A scavenger, a crazy man,
A bandit, a ghost,
Fairies, elves?

Twigs don't snap themselves.

(From "Jack Elam, I Gave You The Best Years Of My Life")

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