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A COWBOY AT THE CARNIVAL
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ES, o' cose it's interestin' to a feller from th
range, Mighty queerish, too, I tell you,— sich a racket fe a change;
From a life among the cattle, from a wool shir and the chaps
To the biled shirt o' the city and the other ton traps.
Never seed sich herds o' people throwed together every brand
0' humanity, I reckon, in this big mountain land Rounded up right here in Denver, runnin' on ne? sort o' feed.
Actin' restless an' oneasy, like they threatened t< stampede.
Mighty curious to a rider comin' from the range
he feels
What you'd call a lost sensation from sombrero cla to heels;
Like a critter stray that drifted in a windstorm fron its range
To another run o' grazin' where the brands it seei are strange.
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