<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tumbleweed Roundup</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The posse had gathered<br>in the emptiest part of town.<br>Even the dust looked bored.<br>It was not like there was<br>enough sentencing to go round<br>to make a paragraph.<br>Maybe the Indian Wars<br>would finally steamroller the pioneers.<br>All that learnin' foa what?<br>The Community wanted a lynching<br>before they knew who did it.<br>Thankyou for your narrative interest in this position<br>but we regret to inform you...<br>Mixed or miffed genres<br>the Sheriff knew he was up against it - <br>maybe today he'd name his target, but <br>no, he wasn't to show his hand<br>until well after midnight, at which time<br>the intruder would have left holding nothing<br>but a kitchen sink -<br>tho Wild Bill was up on the roof<br>Bonnie was staking out the front door<br>and Killjoy Finch had a measure<br>on Forms. Turnip had planned<br>a tripartite brochure<br>to keep the town straighttalking<br>and Old Quickdraw was gettin' optimised<br>in a dream of a passive tense.<br>If the World cometh to our door<br>if the world were the word? ventured the Preacher.<br>All eyes turned to him who had once before<br>and only once proffered sage advice.<br>Charlie Chan took notes (there was<br>a suspicious Elsewhere about him - that<br>he might steal the patents<br>or spontaneously combust<br>with song and he wasn't even drunk, <br>not yet, not ever).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Aitken">Adam Aitken</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580948" data-title="Tumbleweed Roundup de Adam Aitken" data-description="The posse had gathered in the emptiest part of town. Even the dust looked bored. It was not like there was enough sentencing to go round to make a paragraph. Maybe the Indian Wars would finally steamroller the pioneers. All that learnin' foa what?..."></div> </div> </div>

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