THE COWPOKE
SETTLES UP
Horse named Jingo. A purple
crescent 'round the moon. Out
on these plains I don't ever know
what's up. How'd I get here? Did
I arrive too soon?
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Yes, I fought in the regenerate
army of rebel brothers lost to the
War Between the States. And ain't
that quaint way of putting it? No
one says that these days.
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They'd sooner fight over parking
spots than people; ideas are all
delinquent - the best says nothing
and the worst says nothing at all.
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But it's all the same. I awoke one day
in a row of armed men. They were
mostly all just like me. Half died.
War ended. The rest, we fled.
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