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  1877.     

A Preference To Stay Strangers

It's enough to get up on a high horse.
Tip those wide brim hats.
Lock tight and strap those saddle bags.
Wave goodbye; turn those backs and ride.
Whether it is Sunset or Sunrise,
Look at the sky and head towards the horizon.

People today are only about their gossip.
With a topping of fresh juicy and hot topics.
That's it.
To drop it all over with making no attempts to stop it.
And done to do to chase those believed familiar away.
As those they 'assumed' they had once knew,
Have made it clearly understood...
They have a preference to stay strangers.

'Why are those people on their high horses,
Doing it and not wearing their masks?
WHO do they want us to think they are?
Over-achievers? Crab barrel refugees? '

~I think they have grown tired of the pretentiousness of it.
And have decided our changing of them too often,
Was something they tired of and from us chose to split.~

'Ridiculous!
But...
Who are they? '

~I have no clue.
That's the first time I have seen their real faces too.~

It's enough to get up on a high horse.
Tip those wide brim hats.
Lock tight and strap those saddle bags.
Wave goodbye; turn those backs and ride.
Whether it is Sunset or Sunrise,
Look at the sky and head towards the horizon.
Many people today are only about their gossip.
With a topping of fresh juicy and hot topics.
That's it.
And others...
Have decided their tasks to adorn masks,
Is no longer a neccessity.
And have made it clearly understood,
They have a preference to stay strangers.

'Why are those people on their high horses,
Doing it and not wearing their masks? '

~I have no clue.
That's the first time I have seen their real faces.~
 
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  1878.     

A Preferred Choice To Live

The telling of lies told by those who tell them,
Has an effect more infectious than any disease...
One can see to witness plaguing,
To devastate entire environments.
One has to only look around to find the evidence,
Existing right under their nose...
As if this way of life has been chosen as a preferred,
Choice to live.
Even with it done by the ones professing their innocence.

'Why are you spreading to tell something you heard,
Without investigating its truth 'before' doing it? '

~You most definitely are 'not' from around here.
I have never heard anything so ridiculous.~

'Oh?
And suppose I told you that I was?
AND a 'third' generation that represents,
The ones actually to have been born right here.'

~I'm sorry to hear you confessing that.
Then you must have been cured to live a lonely life.
Or you have lived to experience a living of your life,
Somewhere else.~

'Is it that noticeable? '

~NOTICEABLE?
You stand out like a cowboy,
Walking down a dirt road to kick up dust...
In a ghost town.
Talking like that.
And to do that 'here'?
I 'know' you keep to yourself to mind your own business.
And don't think for a moment I can be easily influenced.
I live my life to be a social butterfly.~

'As if your approach to a life to live,
Isn't 'more' noticeable.'

~Don't try to be clever.
I happen to enjoy what I do.
And you?
Mister-walk-on-water.
To do to tell the truth ALL the time.
You better lighten up and learn to lie,
Like the rest of us.~
 
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  1879.     

A Premeditated Wish To Be Evil

Malice with intention,
Is not forgivable.
Even after the attempt is made,
To slide these deeds,
Over to the mistake side of life.
With a simplified 'I'm sorry' said.

Anyone can identify a mistake made.
There is something about it that is obvious.
But someone who is set to release malice...
Has a premeditated wish to be evil.
Believing that revenge tasted for them,
Will then be sweet.
 
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  1880.     

A Price Is Always Paid

Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.

These selected memory folks,
I have mentioned before.
But as the more of them appear,
From behind their closet doors...
It is believed their deeds are cleared,
As if wiped clean to be erased...
From school chalk boards.

No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.

Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.
Time is on no one's side,
Just to let things slide by to hide and deny.

No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.
 
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