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Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy (Free verse) by Lenore Stumbles through
Sun baked
Dirt caked
Wind swept sand.
Blinding grit
Ground in by hand.
Smeared on rouge
Pains a salty wound
And the only drink is sweat.
Driven on by his one last hope;
That they havenât killed him yet.
Now cracked leather scorched
His soul once torched
For the sweet taste of his one stick wonder,
But ashes to ashes
They caught him at last
And now heâs six feet under.
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