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Cowboys in badlands

Hey, buddy, Bob! Now the time is different
It is not what it used to be.
The days of the drives and roundups
The campfire, the smell of beans burning.
Pointing gun at someone to get
Some biscuits, tobacco or fruits
Those little comforts to grab.

Look there, over and down the hills
There are habitats and villages
There are signals and sign boards
Neon signs blazing, the place
Where our campfires glowed.

Yes, John! I can relate to what you say
What we used to see was 
the land wild and free for our cattle
in the wide and grassy valleys
where the cattle used to roam.
Now there are irrigation ditches
and there are farms and barns and homes
With cars and bikes roaring.
No original land made by god
but the land plowed up.
Alas, those days are no more.

September 21, 2014
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Date: 10/22/2014 12:10:00 PM
Hi Dr. Mehta Nice link between the old west and modern times. Congratulations on your fine win. Have a great day. Earl
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Date: 10/22/2014 10:50:00 AM
Alas, you are right, the passing of a wonderful era. Congrats Dr Ram. BG
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Date: 10/22/2014 6:31:00 AM
wonderful imagery Dr Mehta:-) many congrats on your win:-) Hugs Jan x
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Date: 9/23/2014 9:44:00 PM
Excellent. I hope this places high in the contest.
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Date: 9/22/2014 3:57:00 AM
Wonderful imagery Dr Ram! Gl in contest!
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