Leave it to those drunken old cow pokes to decide January is a good time to cattle around a chuck wagon. I don't even want to get out from under my covers and those old farts are gathering around telling stories and playing guitars.
Despite the clear lack of sanity they possess, here's my tribute in the name of the old west.
January
When the winter snows come
The work has begun
Hay bales to feed
Newborn calves to plead
Breaking of ice
Fences to splice
Coyotes to shoot
Cold snow in my boot
Bills that need paid
Too tired to get laid
What I wouldn't give
If in winter I lived
Somewhere warm by the sea
Just my old dog and me
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1 comment:
Awesome as always kiddo.. and to her followers..
I am so sorry,, I showed her a sight that I stumbled across from one of your blogs... she now won't even take phone calls.. let a lone blog...
She is total design mode.. We may not see her for weeks.. We really should at least form a committee to take turns running over and changing the baby's diaper...
hehhehhe
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