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With the Cowboy Gathering riding back into town The
Telegraph asked: “people to give us their best cowboy poetry?”
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Garett Dickinson
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“A cold nor’easter wind, my Pabst can is empty, I howl at the moon like a Res dog.”
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Sam Redman
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“Who’s gonna take care of my feet while I tend the sheep this trench foots really got a hold on me.” |
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Jack
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“I’m gonna get drunk and rob a train.”
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Luke Ragle
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“Foosball at the Ranch always the right time to play modern day cowboy.”
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Preston Parrott
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“Tight fittin’ jeans make me mean, that’s why I punch doggies and love livin’ free.” |
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