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About This Poem
Talkin' To Joe
Remember the day we were playing
Cowboys and Indians in the barn?
Bert was sittin' on the three-legged stool
Milkin' the old cow,
Sam or you,
(Never me, I was always innocent)
Poked that cow in the butt
With a tobacco stick.
Oh, What a shout Bert let out!
We all flew to Granny and you screamed,
"Hide us quick, Mama, that old man's
Gonna kill us!"
She stuffed us all three under the "company room" bed.
We could always count on her...
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