The night we sold October

The night we sold October
Rapidly awakening in despair
 
Came by a broken railroad cabin
In the April month of Might

Danced with a Mexican Mistress of Charity
Across self-tortured chickens that would not speak;

Our minds did not,
however not plot

The future outcome of a Cold Morning 
In a pityful corner of God's lost city
 
Where nobody could outrun
The madness of delusional midnight ramblers
 
 
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