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The Wildest Show In Town
larrylark

'Pa, she's a-comin', go get ma,
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see that line of dust smokin' the horizon?
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right on time, just like Wells Fargo'.
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The denizens from far and wide
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had blown into town ready to welcome  
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this eyepoppin' starspangled show.
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Sure enough – stagecoach pulled
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by four fine stallions swayed down
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the dusty road, slowing to the speed
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of a staggering, drunken cowpoke
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with a bellyful of Teepee beer.
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Painted on the side in old gold, red and blue,
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'The Great Wild West Show's Grand Tour
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of the States – here today with no fewer
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than eleven great stars, fallen straight from Heaven'
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Wyatt Earp, Doc Halliday, Billy the Kid,
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Roy and Trigger, the James Boys, Annie Oakley,
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John Wayne, Calamity Jayne,Gabby Hayes
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Doris Day in corsets and stays, Gary Cooper;
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starts at High Noon, bring your own moonshine.
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'Pa – look! The Driver!' Pa looked,
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'He's dead son, shot by an arrow right
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through the head'. The crowd gasped and parted,
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'Elmer, you go see now'. He opened the door
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of the coach, then rushed off to the latrine,
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hands clasped to his retching throat.
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Well, each one of those celebrities was stone dead,
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blood running down arrows like ketchup.
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'Does this mean there'll be no show?'
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asked Wilbur, who could be a little slow.
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'Sioux' says Pa as womenfolk averted their eyes
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and grown men fainted, then 'Get Max Paxo',
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(the town taxidermist) 'and tell him
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to lay off the Tequila Twisters
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an' all you ladies roll up your sleeves
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and bring bleach. Everyone's gonna scrub
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till our wrists ache. There's work to be done
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to save this day.' Two moons later
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when they'd finished, the stars stood,
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stiff and starched, dead straight. They were
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winched on to plinths and at a pinch,
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it was hard to tell if they were alive or dead.
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Well, the show never moved out of town
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as a mark of respect. Years rolled by,
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many folk went to try their luck in the City.
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The show started to look a pretty pitiful sight,
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tacky, tawdry and in need of repair,
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standing somewhere in a ghost town
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playing host only to a dustbowl
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wind. The stars were tended
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by Pa's great great grandsons and even
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they couldn't manage to scrape the dust
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from the wrinkled canyons on those famous faces,
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whose fingers still pointed onward, to the West,
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staring, glassy-eyed at a far-off dream,
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bathed each night in glacial starlight; a far-away
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dream that had long ago died.
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18 Feb 07

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You researched this, excellent. Try to separate dialogue better, sometimes a little hard to follow.
 — unknown

maybe the dialogue hard to follow gives this piece a different turn. i'm not sure what to say, except that i like this a lot. signature feel of Larry L. Enterprises, but the voice is still authentic, i have trouble imagining the time period because i don't know much about it, but you seem to explain it all anyway, nicely written in the end. i really appreciate the (western cowboy?) endeavor, people who are limited in their research like me will find this very entertaining. and like good poetry, you can't get this in all at once.
 — listen

i just caught the wells fargo implication.
 — listen

Dear unknown

Gave it my best shot and it hardly raises a puff of Prairie dust.

Larry silvers spurs and pearl handled revolver Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Listen

When i was a kid i wanted to be a cowboy more than anything in the whole world  and i had loads of cowboy books so i didn't need to do research, it's all in my head.

Larry All home on the range where the deer and the antelope play Lark
 — larrylark

Dear listen

the wells fargo will soon be operating again across the dust bowk that will be America in years to come.

Larry eye of the prophet Lark
 — larrylark

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