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#calves
If you're what I have I'm going to be the one to raise your calves High heels dropping off I made a landing on you and I'm here to stay There's no running away Just the same feeling after we've sensually peaked Making our dissatisfaction weak With the world and our issues Loyalty is rare Everyone just wants to be bare With nothing else I like the action But it's pointless without the emotional connection My desires always comes second That's a huge rule Many of us miss
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
Calves.
-Lyrix My Grand Dad was a Cowboy They called Him Cowboy Bill But to me He was Grand Dad A cowboy for real He lived His life In a pickup truck as He'd go from sale to sale Buy them calves when they's almost dead Then He'd raise 'em back to health Cause He's a Cowboy for real Cowboy and He always will be a Cowboy still He's a Cowboy Cowboy for real Thought a time He would settle down with a woman sweet and fair Wasn't long and He was on the road and no one had to tell her He's a Cowboy for real He's a Cowboy and He always will be a Cowboy still He's a Cowboy for real Ridin' in to Abilene Boots were shined Hat was steamed Thought He'd stop in at the sale awhile Talk with some good ole' boy's He knows Sittin' down and talking stock Lookin' mainly toward the bargain lot Thinkin' maybe He'd sit a spell when He smiled and grabbed His heart Adios  He thought and said good-bye Mounted up and took His final ride The Lord He said Cowboy come on home The Cowboy He be ridin' on Cause He's a Cowboy for real Cowboy and He always will be a Cowboy still He's a Cowboy for real and He always will -R. (D) 81
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
-Cowboy for Real
You mumblers and raspers Of resp'rat'ry rattle: Open your throats! Forsake ye! the gaspers, You quoters of cattle And prattle of goats! Or lay ye with horses Whose tongue ne'er divorces Those ivory choppers, Those sibilant stoppers; You lispers: beware, Whether stallion or mare, While you nibble your oats! Stop your speech-stumbling! Go suckle an udder You dizzy, damp calfs! Restrain your talk-tumbling, And swallow your stutter Nor utter foul laughs! You outspoken nags Mimic bolt-broken stags As you bleed allegations Down paths of my patience And clatter your antlers; What heavy-hoofed ranters For no one's behalf!
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Four-Legged Locution