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The Thrill Is Gone

I would ride straight to the storm back in the day "Weather be damned," I'd swear loud an' duck my head I'd stay in the saddle 'til the sun went down Shorty's bar was near I'd swagger up to the bar like an old hand I would drink my fill and then I'd drink some more While other men were were measured not quite as strong Half froze and frostbit Next day I'd stick my face in an ice filled trough Fit spurs to my boots and mount with the sunrise Ride toward the mountain looking for the mustangs Do it all again I'm old now and never found that one woman My bones ache where they've been broke a time or two It's good now that I don't look for wild horses For the thrill is gone 7-13-20 Contest: Pick a Title Vol 19 - 4 Stapphic Stanzas Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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