The Dirty Thirty
Date: Jun 25th, 2007 5:28:49 am - Subscribe
Mood: ambitious
As he reached the playground,
The sun had reached High Noon.
They both reached for their pistol,
And each shot right through.
Both of them had clean shots,
And both of them could stand.
The other man laughed,
And then felt to the sand.
The kids were no longer bullied,
The playground was set free.
But what of that vigilante
That never made history?
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