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Jealous Cowboy

Men in the rough—on the trails all new-broken obsession
     Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken
     Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.

Men in the rough—sons of prairie and mountain
     Children of nature, warm-hearted, clear eyed;
Friendship with them is a never-sealed fountain;
     Strangers are they to the altars of jealous pride.

Men in the rough—curt of speech to their fellows
     Ready in everything, save to deceive;
Theirs are the friendships that time only mellows,
     And death cannot sever the bonds that they weave.

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