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THE COWBOY TO HIS FRIEND IN NEED
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OU'RE very well polished, Fm free to confess,
Well balanced, well rounded, a power for right; But cool and collected,— no steel could be less; You're primed for continual fight Your voice is a bellicose bark of ill-will,
On hatred and choler you seem to have fed; But when I control you, your temper is nil; In fact, you're most easily led. Though lead is your diet and fight is your fun,
I simply can't give you the jolt; For I love you, you blessed old son-of-a-gun,— You forty-five caliber Colt! Burke Jenkins. |
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