Saturday Cowboy
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Saturday Cowboy
His hands are rough edged from barbed wire he’s stretched
That snapped back and bit into his wrist.
There’s a bow in his walk and that lisp in his talk
Split lip, where a bull’s horns once kissed . . .
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