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Were sittin round the campfire roastin our baked beans.
While the coyotes howls the yell of the night and a flyin goes the tumble weeds.
The fiddles play and the saddles sway as the wind of the night starts to gain and the horses neigh and the fire flairs while the dust devils scare the frolicking mares.
My lasso might catch the steer while I tell the others come over here.
So the cowboys come to corral the beast which was quite a challenge to say the least.
As the dark night awkes the moon and the ten gallon hats crowd the saloon i know its time to giddy up and be on your way to enjoy another restless cowboy day!!!!!!!!!
- by macawguy11 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/28/2009 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- alandi101 - 05/13/2009
- no no no my life on the cattle ranch is way different plus th is is with the free grazers in the south west because the tumble weed, also ten gallons hat is a mith be do not blap fiddles, good for a city liskcer 2/5
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- da6thcocosmurfpuff - 03/01/2009
- wow good poem dude
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- 3x24 - 02/28/2009
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hehe, very funny x3 5/5
I can't write poems worth crap xD (look at my sonnet and vote?) - Report As Spam