draw
oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter, my spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side
and over my coffin put a bottle of brandy, that the cowboys may drink as they carry me along
“The way I draw off key!”
cowboy poetry is an oxymoron
not in Laredo podner…
rotten ars poetica ponder
I see by your outfit that you’re not a cowboy…
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Ersatz Lascaux
oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter,
my spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side
and over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
that the cowboys may drink as they carry me along
“The way I draw off key!”
cowboy poetry is an oxymoron
not in Laredo podner…
rotten ars poetica ponder
I see by your outfit that you’re not a cowboy…