'Nother Aborted Snippet

Poem By Nat Z. Punx

he said i'm in trouble bad
utah's lookin' good
and you know how much
i hate cold

he kicked at the embers
and felt in his pockets for gold
thinkin' things never turn out
the way they should

he turned toward the beach
and stared at the levee
how it banked up the land
and accounted for property
then he spit in the wind
adjusted his eyes
to see properly

said i'll need a fine mount
good moon and clear sky
quick timing and a couple days lead
never taking in account
this could be his last try

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