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They're Like I Used To Be
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They're Like I Used To Be |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I used to watch the cars go by- While standing by the road. A bedroll, and my saddle, Were a mighty heavy load. No place on earth I had to be- And few I hadn't been- I wish life were as simple now, As it was back then. But days of punching cattle- And living on a ranch- I fear are far behind me- Our trails too often branch. Those days of young and single Are just a memory... Somewhere I lost a part of what, Used to make me, me. The carefree days are over- But still I'm on the go... The destination's different. Not bars, or rodeo... But when you see the geese fly south Or wolves out running free- Please take the time to ponder, They're like I used to be. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ No matter what you think you've lost - you haven't lost the magic to move us with your verse~ Wonderfully wistful~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
I enjoy reading about the trail you travel. Thank you. "As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it." Wendell Berry |
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