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passin thru town

Author: Bentlee

it fell silent, he waters his horse, reins tied saddle bags at his side coat to his knees, pair a colt's only fingers away, shadowed man figured layn on the street, rolled smoke lit, hat's been tipped, she fingers her hair, jingled spur's echoe up planked stairs only three, the saloon, swinging doors the chairs an bar not a seat, stifled air all eyes stare under the rim gold tooth grin, what'll it be mister. . silent nod. . understood, in the corner it's sure him, soon ur end's to begin!

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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 8:26 PM CST

About this poem:
The old west bounty hunter.
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Comments

gypsyheart Umtentweni, Durban South Africa
Sun Aug 16, 2009 4:04 AM CST
Your poem reminds me of all the old western movies i used to watch.Short poem but leaves room for a lot of imagination! thumbs up hug
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Bentlee trenton, Ontario Canada
Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:50 AM CST
Hi Gypsy well you got the effect i was writing exactly ty.
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sabeel cochin,kerala. India
Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:42 AM CST
dear poet..bentlee..applause applause
nice poem..
i had seen english movies many years before and sometimes in tv now..
it reveals your old type living style?
for me its strange..

any way thanks for the share..
go..on..
sabeel.teddybear
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Bentlee trenton, Ontario Canada
Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:58 AM CST
Cheers Sabeel, ty for your comment, i guess your old ways would have been quite different:)
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poetengineer riyadh Saudi Arabia
Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:31 PM CST
u have sweet wide imagination , u can write in any subject , it is rare nowdays as u do that with your self , thanks for share
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Bentlee trenton, Ontario Canada
Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:37 PM CST
Ty Khaled, as always i respect your thoughts given:)
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Bentleetrenton, Ontario Canada

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