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“Space Boot Hill: The Urbane Frontier by Stewart Stafford Red hot, white hot, then what? Nostril fleas dancing at dawn, Creating Frankenstein rivals, Great Whites slumming as prawn. Melon farmers of the world unite! We like them big, ripe and juicy, See all the Vegans next Tuesday: Barbara, Doris, Amy and Lucy. And so we dodge the cosmic bullets, Of an Atraxis gunslinger, non-ritual dead, Playing possum, we slip away, Chiming life's aria, eternally spread. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Space Boot Hill: The Urbane Frontier by Stewart Stafford
Red hot, white hot, then what?
Nostril fleas dancing at dawn,
Creating Frankenstein rivals,
Great Whites slumming as prawn.
Melon farmers of the world unite!
We like them big, ripe and juicy,
See all the Vegans next Tuesday:
Barbara, Doris, Amy and Lucy.
And so we dodge the cosmic bullets,
Of an Atraxis gunslinger, non-ritual dead,
Playing possum, we slip away,
Chiming life's aria, eternally spread.
© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.