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cowboy poetry

the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
so fallen
what shall we do now
shadows lay along broadway
perhaps it is no matter that you died
see, they return
why do
weak-winged is song
with her hair flaying wildly
when freedom from her mountain height

 



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