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Cowboy Poetry

Well, Lord I’m getting’ up in years and soon you’ll call me home. So, now I hope you’re listenin’ while I kneel here all alone.

Cowboy Poetry

Now that you’re ninety-seven, God could take you any day. So, Dad I’m contemplating ‘bout the words I’m gonna say.

Cowboy Poetry

I grabbed my knife and nippers first, a habit or routine? Which brings me to my story ‘bout a “Hippie” name of Gene.

Cowboy Poetry

The ringer on my telephone went off at 4 am. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and joined the other men.

Cowboy Poetry

When friends are together the laughter is grand. Not much gets in their way. Good food, good fun, a story or two is soothing, some would say.