Local heroes
What's going on here boy? The verdict is in: this cowboy's song has climaxed. No reprise. You can only tip your hat so many times before the brim bends a little too permanently. Dust doesn't sting but it sure does blind. And numb. Passwords will always stay what they are, but the entrance fee has gone beyond my expense. The sunset forebodes and welcomes another day, so on I go. Christian soldier, sans geometry.