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[aid] => mick
[title] => A COWBOYS STORY
[time] => 2006-05-15 17:53:25
[hometext] => not sure where this came from but its just fun! ive never written a poem like this one... so coments are good and welcome:)
[bodytext] => this ole farmer a yacker and a yeller gives his a talk’en to ‘bout the ole work’en he had to do that ole shovel made of steel and medal was his survival out there a digg’en in dirt and rubble no man knows the hell of a farmers soul unless its seen and he’s a always work’en to get it clean that ole farmer see Nile n all tell’en his tale before his eyes fall rock’en away now you listen he’d say this straw hat here on my head I hold dear wore it dawn til dusk and when the straw was a’ fallen I would add some more a’ tak’en it from the hay of my horse that ole horse lived till he wrinkled he’a became see Nile himself lived til he was fifty and two that ole thing kept me a’ company through every a’ pass’in long day while the flies would bug his face we’d have a chatt’en time that ole horse listened know’in he was mine I labored til my hands were dead while wear’in my favorite shirt plaid red now you listen here listen careful n’ sincere that horse and I made a lot of money in all those years of a’ farming my shovel still hangs in the barn rusted and dusty its still a’ hang’in on you take care of that shovel and don’t go a’ chang’in it out money is not everything don’t spend it in a’ wasting take this land make it rich and golden show’in nottun but a’ happy a’smil’in soon im a’ goin to leave this life hope’in to find my horse await’in for my good ole chatt’en time just bury me where the sun does shine that should be your memory for I spent many days in the sun a’ laboring now here’s that money I didn’t spend even a penny I a’ shoved the beers away and I’ a’took that money and saved I am a millionaire have a’ plenty to share no need to be fancy just take what ya need I a’ came from the good ole times take a lesson from my a life so many a’ cars so a’ many computers easy a’ spendin’s livin above your means all I had was my shovel my horse and I only had each other didn’t drink a’ beers my own cabin for, I a’ labored worked hard for every earnin’s so bury me where the sun rises n’ taken my money n’ invest’in it wisely this ole cowboy is goin to sleep good night sunny see ya lookin down from the sun a’ smiling may 14 2006 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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