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Thanksgiving '05
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Thanksgiving '05 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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It is the time of year, I guess- When folks start thinking back. Evaluating lives they've lived, A way of keeping track. A time, they say, for giving thanks... I have my share to give. Not many people that I know, Have lived the life I've lived. I grew up in the sixties... Free love, and hippy days. A country boy, I never fit... Those liberal, protest ways. Vietnam was my war... It's infamy still lives... A lot of men whom I called friend, Gave all a man could give. The great Southwest...and bunkhouse days... A drifting tumble weed. A cowboy was the life I chose, One of a dying breed. Rodeo, and riding jobs- Were how I spent my life. Until the time I wooed and wed, The girl I call my wife. Thirty-two and counting pard... Sometimes the roads been rough. But neither of us ever quite... Felt that we'd had enough. We raised three kids, a site of hell... Sometimes the rides were rank. But we held on, and just for that- I owe the good Lord, Thanks. |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
What a life you have lived Gunslinger! May you and yours have a very Happy Thanksgiving! Holiday Hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Well said, 'slinger. Happy Thanksgiving to ya  |
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