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Sep 2017
Cowboy Dan only really comes out at night.

He waits out any lame spark of light.

Always pushing down

any bright ideas like

SLOWING DOWN.


His mount hasn’t caught the sun
since 01’.

It’s a big dumb beast
and it snarls, whines and creaks

whenever it should grind to a halt.

No matter,
DAN DON’T SLOW DOWN.


Our Cowboy heads out as soon as Mother Moon comes in.
He hasn’t had a drop of his centripetal gin
yet.
YET.

In all this excitement,
he left on an empty stomach.

He turns right on an empty stomach too.
Right on towards Mount-Royal avenue.


At last, he finds the girls.

They
love him
and he loves them back.
They
all shout
into each other and
a blond one
even plays with his hat.


It’s a shame
they never stick around.

Each one going to a different home...

And so,
Cowboy Dan heads back down,

whistling his southern sounds.
Summer 2017.
Written by
Julian
100
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