A blog overran by a redbone hound w/his thoughts being paramount to all the coons in the woods. W/constant commentaries to everyone I pull off the road and talk to...last night in Starks, was a bonafide local outside the Quick Stop on his paint; I made an attempt to inquire if the paint took reg. or unleaded. Roscoe had to chip in, thusly setting the blue-heeler off, what a choir, a dodge ram overwhelmed by these two...have mercy on this poor cowboy. (cajunbobpoetlariate@gmail.com)
1/03/2009
THE MUSCADINE VINE TWISTS
JUST GRAB A VINE, COIL IT INTO A RIALTA, CLINCH YOUR SADDLE, PUT YOUR MUD BOOTS INTO THE STIRRUPS, THROW YOU HANDS HIGH AND RIDE, RIDE, RIDE
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