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puddles ripple rain
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puddles ripple rain |
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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
Puddles ripple rain, stormy evening smell heat of day is gone with the tolling bell. Ramblers from the range know workday is done feed up for the night some ladies and good fun. Fights and drunken howls lasting close to dawn headaches and regret consume the devils spawn. Ranger screams frightful alarm at the cowboys on their bunks “get to work or get no pay you useless band of punks!” Dusty are the plains of gold cows herded to the water ribbons moving down the hills growing for the slaughter. |
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Raindance Member
since 2009-02-07
Posts 120West Coast |
My uncle was a cowboy, and this reminds me of the stories he would tell if I pressured him. I especially enjoyed the last stanza and visualization of those "ribbons moving down the hills". Nice work! |
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