Friday, February 06, 2004
Branded & BunkKouse Ponders
BrandedWhite face weiner mooing Past smell of flesh and hair burning Ropes hung loose standing by Pens of steel gates manure Yells and hoof stomping Coralled Click Click Bar Coded Branded no more. - - - - Bunkhouse PonderingThe town was thirteen miles And his bunkhouse gave him piles. Lazy Heart's Ranch at a new moon Welcomed strangers starting noon Her sirens weren't to blame The line-up was the same. Not one new Lilly or Jill Joined that madam's hill Atop the rise, away a day A guest could make a stay For the look, and drink inside It's free to in and costs to ride. But that's miles to go, to seek For a line-up same's last week. |
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