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Cowboy Boots

Paw paws shed was packed very full. Of different things but mainly tools. I helped him out to find some nails. Looking in boxes up high on shelves. I looked over my shoulder and there sat a stool. Underneath was a box of old cowboy boots. Pawpaw sat close and cleared his throat. He said a man's boots will tell you about his roots, will tell you what type of man, if he's even worth a damn. A pair of these here should have many tares, from hunting and fishing, bass and deer. The soles may be torn falling apart. This is From a man who travels very far. If there's a hole on his knee,where his jeans should be. this is the type of man you want to marry. He's a Christian man, who kneels down to pray to God faithfully.

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