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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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He never did get too much schoolin' He worked hard for sixty some years. He never showed one streak of yeller, And no one alive saw his tears. He married when he was but twenty... Had forty good years 'fore she died. Raised him three boys, as good as their word, And he held his head up with pride. A cowboy he was, and a good one- A mighty fine hand with a rope. A peeler who took a backseat to none... The ponies he rode had no hope. He struggled to write, what a pity. "His spelling's atrocious," they'd say... But cowboy, and horse, were words that he knew- He spelled all the rest his own way. But cancer is what they say killed him, I worked for him there at the end. Cowboy and horse were the words that he knew- And maybe one more, that was "friend". |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I like this alot. Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
What a wonderful way to honor him! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
How beautifully this reads cowboy. Another excellent write. Hugs, Nancy. ~Let peace begin with me... |
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Krystopher Morris Member
since 2002-11-11
Posts 130Ancient land called Chivalry |
This touches me in a way I didn't think it would. It reminds me of my recently passed grandpa...Thank you. "Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, and yet a third of life is passed in sleep." -Lord Byron |
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