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Working on a large sheep prperty once On days not much doing way out dig cactus One day doing just this I caught a flash Owner on his old horse up a hill for practice Watching me the old coot he was that day To see if I on my own  was doing my work The sun sent me a flash from his binoculars The old guy was an untrusting kind of **** Just below me a soil erosion twent feet deep That ran for about a real good mile away I rode down and right up it for a mile And right up behind him fifty tards I say Tied up my horse sat under a big old tree Rolled myself a smoke and watched him Looking all over away down there was he Chances finding me down there were slim He was getting so frustrated binoculars too Where the hell did that bloke go he said Looking all about for me that day was he I just smiled rolled another smoke instead Him standing in his old half worn saddle Where the hell did that bloke I ask go I'll be having a real good talk to him later Can't trust anyone I said nows a good ya know http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa290/tracymay27/CowboyCampFire.jpg terrence michael sutton copyright 2018
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
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Working on a large sheep prperty once On days not much doing way out dig cactus One day doing just this I caught a flash Owner on his old horse up a hill for practice Watching me the old coot he was that day To see if I on my own  was doing my work The sun sent me a flash from his binoculars The old guy was an untrusting kind of **** Just below me a soil erosion twent feet deep That ran for about a real good mile away I rode down and right up it for a mile And right up behind him fifty tards I say Tied up my horse sat under a big old tree Rolled myself a smoke and watched him Looking all over away down there was he Chances finding me down there were slim He was getting so frustrated binoculars too Where the hell did that bloke go he said Looking all about for me that day was he I just smiled rolled another smoke instead Him standing in his old half worn saddle Where the hell did that bloke I ask go I'll be having a real good talk to him later Can't trust anyone I said nows a good ya know http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa290/tracymay27/CowboyCampFire.jpg terrence michael sutton copyright 2018
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76/M/Philippines
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
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