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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>James Crawford-King Junior</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">James Crawford-King junior esquire<br>The man with a price on his head, <br>Was a lone desperado from Texas<br>And was wanted, living or dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A runner of guns and a killer<br>A thief, and a gambler of note; <br>A mean looking dude in his leathers, <br>With a stetson tied under his throat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sherrif Cody had sworn he would find him<br>For the innocent lives that he took; <br>This Crawford-King junior esquire<br>Who had slung both his guns and his hook.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Away o'er the dry golden prairies<br>He'd gone, so the sheriff was told; <br>So he headed that way with his posse, <br>But the trail was now hopelessly cold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As cold as the night that descended<br>On Cody, his horse and his men; <br>But justice called loudly for vengeance<br>So at daybreak they rode out again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now El -Paso was quietly sitting<br>In the warm morning glow of the sun; <br>Knowing nothing of Crawford-King junior<br>Or the terrible deeds he had done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There the lone desperado lay sleeping<br>With his colt 45 by his side; <br>Back in Texas the wives of his victims<br>Were weeping for those who had died.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sheriff Cody burst into the bedroom<br>Just as Jimmy was lifting his head; <br>And the lead from the lawman's revolver<br>Made sure that King junior was dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then the blue acrid smoke slowly lifted<br>To find things not quite what they seem: <br>I'd dropped off the lousy top bunk-bed, <br>And James Crawford-King junior? ...a dream! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Written Feb 1996</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a></strong></div>

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