The radio
That told me about the death of Billy The Kid
(And the day, a hot summer day, with birds in the sky)
Let us fake out a frontier
A poem somebody could hide in
With a sheriff's posse after him
A thousand miles of it
A poem with no hard corners
No houses to get lost in.
That told me about the death of Billy The Kid
(And the day, a hot summer day, with birds in the sky)
Let us fake out a frontier
A poem somebody could hide in
With a sheriff's posse after him
A thousand miles of it
A poem with no hard corners
No houses to get lost in.
Spicer - Kat Onoma 1992
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