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HE CARRIES HIS IDS
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AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER
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AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING
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AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER
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LEST HE FORGET HER.
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AND IN AMONG HIS PAPERS
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IS A LIST OF ALL THE PEOPLE HE KNEW
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AND MANY SENT LETTERS
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TELLING SOMEONE THAT HE'D BE THERE
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SOMETIME SOON.
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HEY STRANGER! AREN'T YOU THE TIREDNESS THAT REMAINS
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WHEN YOU THINK FREEDOM CANT BE MEASURED
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BY THE SCUFFLES ON YOUR BOOTS?
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HEY HEY HEY
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NOW HE DREAMS OF ANNA A LIFE IN THE TIME THEY WERE TOGETHER
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HE WAS HARD AND SHE WAS SUPPLE
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WHERE THEY LIVED OUT IN THE COUNTRY
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SHE THOUGHT GENTLE
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LIKE HIS HANDS UPON HER BODY
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AND WHEN ANNA FELT THE COOLING WIND
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DAVID FELT THE NEED TO BE BLOWN DOWN
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AND WHEN ANNA FELT THE CLEANSING RAIN
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DAVID FOUGHT THE FEAR THAT HE MIGHT DROWN
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HEY STRANGER! AND NOW YOU WONDER THROUGH THE COUNTRY
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THAT YOU HOPE IS MUCH LESS FRIGHTENING
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WHEN ITS QUICKER PASSING BY
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HEY HEY HEY
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NOW IN SOUTHERN ARIZONA
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AT THE LAST CHANCE DINER COUNTER
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BEING QUESTIONED BY THE WAITRESS
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HE PREPARES FOR THE DESERT
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WITH HIS FREEDOM
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AND A CANTEEN OF WATER
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Canteen Of Water
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| David Allan Coe |
