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Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
I'll never be a cowboy poet, A balladeering buckaroo. A horse? Isn't that a species That I saw once in a zoo? I could never be a rider With a cattle branding crew Of a sage that's purple, yellow, Green or any other hue. Stetsons, chaps and neckerchiefs Would, on me, fall short of chic. And chewing jerky for my lunch? I think my jaws may be too weak. But cowboys are my heroes, Though I'd never make the grade. And poets are the finest beings Mother Nature ever made. When you put the two together, You produce a creature higher On the slopes of Mount Parnassus Than any city versifier. Yes, add the poet to the cowboy And sure as campfires flicker, You'll generate some envy In this rhyming city slicker. |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
This was Awesome!!!! "everyone" loves a cowboy....for different reasons of course  The humor within this was great...you made me  today Thanks!!The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams ~Eleanor Roosevelt~ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Delightful, Dom! There is something so romantic about a cowboy, that's for sure! But even a city slicker poet is romantic! Denise |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Heehee,...loved this. Thanks for sharing...so fun.  |
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