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Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy

Member since 2002 · Posted 2 Apr 2004 · 9 comments

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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[7] Spindle 2-Apr-04/7:45 PM Reply

nice title

[n/a] Lenore › Spindle 2-Apr-04/7:46 PM Reply

Thanks.

[8] zodiac 2-Apr-04/8:21 PM Reply

Are you familiar with the short story "Brokeback Mountain" by Annie Proulx?

[n/a] Lenore › zodiac 2-Apr-04/8:23 PM Reply

[n/a] Lenore › Lenore 2-Apr-04/8:36 PM Reply

I just read a snippet and a well-written review. I think Iâll give it a go. Thanks.

[7] Shuushin 2-Apr-04/9:00 PM Reply

agreed, good title.

[n/a] Lenore › Shuushin 2-Apr-04/9:21 PM Reply

Thanks.
I thought it was better than âLeaving Las Vegas With The Marlboro Manâ

[7] Shuushin › Lenore 2-Apr-04/9:30 PM Reply

too "done"

[n/a] Lenore › Shuushin 2-Apr-04/9:36 PM Reply

Yes