The Silver City Dream Dime

Love and hate born (arise) out of nothing at all

Like the racist jokes

That create black and white folks

Mark the card of love

Buy the ticket of life

The train’s leaving

For the Silver City…

Where everybody’s dreaming

Of the last saved dime..

Well he worked hard…

It won’t be his crime…

She had to smile and step aside…

Yet the morning mist carried a faint trace of her (pride?)

(Work in progress)

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