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Cowboy's Ordeal

The sun isn't totally up; a cowboy looks at a map. His mind anticipates treasures, filled with mystical features. He wants to be very rich, until he's out of reach. You see, he has a farm, which makes little pocket sum. One time, his cows were on the loose; he tripped as he ran wearing soggy shoes. He fell on a pile of cow-dung; he felt like he could hung. Angrily he stepped on his truck's gas, and looked for the best road to pass. You see, he lives in a rocky place, where the tires need God's grace. His car moved along really fast, almost having his face covered by his hat. At the time he was really really angry; without breakfast he wasn't hungry. Suddenly his truck ran out of fuel; he felt his day was truly cruel. Getting out of his old, 60s truck, he angrily threw it a good kick. "Oh, this is all a curse!" he cried out. His foot's pain needed a nurse, but he was somewhere remote. Farm life to him is something difficult; he wonders how Rome came to be built. He wants to be very rich, until he's out of reach.....

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