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cowboy poetry

i love my hour of wind and light
be not angry with me
why then, must we see?
why do
these be
have we no shame?
this is the song of youth
along the banks
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
let me move slowly through the street
i am old and blind
stay no more

 



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