Itchy Trigger Finger
A tumble weed blows though town,In the saloon with an itchy trigger finger,
At a time when courage must abound,
Word slinger your words linger,
Deconstructed and profound.
Itchy Trigger Finger
A tumble weed blows though town,cmlestrade commented on Itchy Trigger Finger
01-10-2010
knight4696 commented on Itchy Trigger Finger
01-04-2010
01/05/2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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