Dusty Eyes

A Poem by Sanjai Shine

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The
Old soldier
Lay in the mound
Nothing at all to say
All we could do was
Recall his name....
Stand by his grave
Dusty eyes and dusty paws, you think he might be still in there?
With that mane of a beard, and gun by his side that followed him around.
And he was here on rainy days, slept here beside of me, on my placing,
Of bets and wagers, he was there oh yes, couldn't we dig this one up?
To find...
His. Lazy. Bones.

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