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cowboy poetry

what shall we do now
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
over the river they beckon to me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i am old and blind
we who stood
the meadow was creeping
i am the wind that wavers
when the hours of day are numbered
happiness

 



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