Swagger
God looked at the newborn male and scratched His chin
The child was meant to be a cowboy one day -
He would garner that steely look of hard men
His arms and his hands were built for "come what may"
So He looked once again at this handsome lad
All things seemed to be perfect except for one
God bent to the task and bowed his legs a tad
"Swagger" said He, "You were born to ride, my son!"
8-27-19
Contest: Swagger
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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