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Cowpoke's Diary
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I had to ride the prairie,
 1
It was my job for the day
 2
and could be precariously scary.
 3
Beware sidewinders, mad men selling hooch,
 4
swinging those rattlers through dusty air.
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They dared me to take a sip.
 6
Must admit I was tempted,
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as heat dried out my cracked parched lips.
 8
 
 
Had saddle bag full of beans
 9
which I exchanged for beer from a medicine man.
 10
As I galloped away a bean stalk,
 11
ten times taller that a totem pole swayed behind.
 12
A giant red injun fired his bow and gun
 13
and a bullet arrowed clean through a cactus plant
 14
Grazing my chaps
 15
denting my free entry to the prairies badge.
 16
Percy, my pinto, had had enough.
 17
Shot off like a cayote on a sortie.
 18
A squaw shouted as we passed
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“Hotch potch, hocus pocus.
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You pulled the knickers off Pocahontas.
 21
 
 
Thank God I’m on saloon duty tomorrow
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At High Noon.
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I won’t forget you oh my darlin’s
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While I slide whiskey rye the length of the bar,
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starting and stopping fights,
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chucking drunken god fearing folk out into the night
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In my ten gallon hat I’ll look quite a sight.
 28
 
 
We do get a day or two off and on mine
 29
I’ll do the Hokey Cokey with Annie Oakley.
 30
Make playing card pyramids with The Cisco Kid.
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Drink pints of bitter with with Tex Ritter
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And having tea at eleven
 33
With The Magnificent Seven.
 34
Sometimes being a cowboy is simply heaven
 35

17 Mar 18


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