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GIDDY-UP

Ah, to write to gather random thoughts corral them Giddy-up….whoa….style. Chase down those tumble weeds, itinerant thoughts blown by the whimsical winds of imagination into ever unmanageable clusters of confusion straining at the painful restraints of barbed wire freedom. A delusional state of self imposed unconscious conformity ever alert for the “rustlers” who would cut the wire breech the delusion change brands claim victory. John G. Lawless ©12/19/2021

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Date: 1/1/2022 5:38:00 PM
Kramer?
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Date: 12/19/2021 6:15:00 PM
Here's a yippie - ay - yippie - ay - yippie - ay - ey for this one, Tex. ~ Old Cowhand
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John lawless
Date: 12/20/2021 6:13:00 AM
Hey, after frolicking with a 5 year old grandson the muse reverts to a simpler time when becoming a cowboy was a dream.
Date: 12/19/2021 6:32:00 AM
It's best to keep those fences mended so rustlers don't make off with your steers, or anything else they might have a hankering to take. Loved your lines, John.
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John lawless
Date: 12/20/2021 6:14:00 AM
Yup,, mending fences while singing...."Don't fence me in". AH, the irony of it all.....
Date: 12/19/2021 5:31:00 AM
A fun write, John! Chase down those tumbleweeds!
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John lawless
Date: 12/19/2021 6:05:00 AM
Yeah, Kim, you should see my muse in chaps and a cowboy hat....