Down By The Cans Aside The Creamery
He Lay Without
Thistles Prickling His Ear
His Boot Untied
That Old Rust Gate Needed Fixing
He Never Did Get Around To It
The Longest Poorest Finger
Not A Gaudy Mark
His Chest Caved
It Had Always Given Him Bother
Where Was His Stick They Will Ask
But Little Use It Would Have Been
There Was A Loss Of Fear In It
From Many Marts Ago
Has Rawest Of Hides This Stud
Soon A Local Will Wrangle Him
Into Some Vacant Lot
Tagged But One Did Recognized It
And Upon Return He Will Be Found
Some Of The Boys Do Joke
With The Weight Of It
It May Cover His Costs
CK
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