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 Through The Town Of Mirrors: A Search For A Cowboys Last Rights by Raven Mcgraw A cowboy of the Americas had landed in between two lonely villages One that could hardly be seen from the riders surrounding it The other painted with pictures of people burning in lights Who could scarcely move because they were combusting with energy I headed toward the loudest one I am approached by a man asking me if I will have a soul ride I tell him I don't understand He cries out and begins flaring his hands everywhere Telling me I can find peace if I really wanted to know it I gladly pay him with something that is killing me We walked on to the town of pictures..... The sliding glass doors kept gleaming by my face as I enter Riding over me only when I notice the people in them I holler out for my friend who told me this was the place And ask him "Is This where old cowboys go to die?" He calls out with a joyful reply "The crowd in this bar Are the craziest mirrors Ever in Vegas They are crude but nice tippers You just walk past em and offer em nice And they all smiles and pirty" "The red cats are hot tonight?" I ask with a misunderstood gesture My friend stands up straight slowly and dramatically whispers "You got that right Papas baby is in town And she only goes to one show That's the reruns at the boom box shuffle....all for you" He waits for the end of my dying laughter and continues "That's you cat, if you catch my drift" my eyebrows crease and I fold my arms I am now sweating bullets As he turns around again "Play it in E cause E always comes clean" he sways and then staggers astray "When the harper is playin on the corner you always in tune....baby your in heaven" I hear him fading away I head toward the stage I am astounded with all of the bright lights My jacket is covered in rhinestones and I appear to be some kind of jaded elvis presly Its time for me to sing and inspire someone With my guitar of a million colors I must be in heaven because all my reflections are smiling back at me And the crowd is all perfectly quiet and brilliant While I begin to tell them this story about my life I keep turning and staring into the shine The lights are all bright angels around a dark and lonely pilgrim I sigh and realize this is nice place to die and quickly end the song the applause relaxed as I fade into my grave
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