Best Wranglers Poems

*The feline Texan way*

A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country music - around my core
Flattering eyes - a rustic shell.
Join me in a "Country Girls Tale"

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Every day I draw near...

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The Firemen were ready for their competition, as excitement did abound.
Then in flew Super Dragon, while landing, he mowed his buddies down.
Yep, he had landed tail over appetite, but of course, that they did expect.
As one lassoed him, with the hose, before he again, took...

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The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James 

Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers 
Green horn Cowboys and long horn rustlers 

They all stood the Cowboys test
A stetsons man a broncos best 

Leather chaps and leather vest 
A real man's...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves separated from mothers
hiss of hot branding irons scorching

A rumbling constantly...

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When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff.
They leave that to rhinestone cowboys, considerin' it to be so much fluff!

Real...

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His surreal cerulian cherubic blue eyes
are to die for cause they tell no lies
The way they look in the moonlight
never departs his heart's soul plight

His blues sing without singing a word
his heart is heard in his soft caresses assured
The cowboy walk of his style is...

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I never get tired of being on fire for Christ.
Let hell turn to ice. 
The second coming is close. 
Your an eternity away from being toast. 
The teer from your eye is a light year into life. 
Just don't use a knife. 
Christ payed the...

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“Let ‘em loose,” came his bellowing yell,
“I got 3,000 head I gotta to sell,
Goin' 1,000 miles in weather that's hell,
You're all gonna sweat and all gonna smell”-

The boss’s eyes on ten cowboys did lay,
With disdain in his words he smirked to say,
“Keep ‘em cattle rollin',...

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Walking down a dusty trail
Leading his horse along
You can hear the jingle of his spurs
As he bellows out a song

His boots are muddy and broken down
His wranglers, worn and dusty
He smiles and pushes his stetson lower
Dreaming of the gal he's soon to see

He's country, full...

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The dungarees I used to wear
Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees;
There were no upscale denims then,
With fancy pedigrees.

They hugged my hips and fit real snug,
With bottoms flared like bells.
I wore them ‘til the hems were frayed 
And then said my farewells.

Today I cleaned a closet, finding
Jeans in...

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I took a stroll through Boot Hill Cemetery the other day,
To take a look at where outlaws and other rabble lay.
Some graves were marked by stones, others by weathered board;
Many covered with cairns of rock, residents known only by the Lord!

As I moseyed through the...

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hey, what are you doin there missy
yeah you, standin in that space
leanin there in your stetson
lookin about this place

do ya think that you fit in here
why did you even stop in
to hang out with real cowgirls
to see how the other half lives

your boots are probably...

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(In the summer of 1960, filming began on
"The Misfits".  Shot on location in the Nevada
desert, the picture was enveloped in a weird
atmosphere of doom from start to finish.  For 
the three stars - Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable
and Montgomery Clift - it would be...

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I don't know about you
but the seeming me abused and cursed
had all my birth fingers burnt off
at the first knuckle before the first lullaby
from too many here hold my beer
blithely eager watch this rolls of the dice
simply to gain a little altitude a little vista
no...

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West Texas is a vast, wide-open area, dusty, windy, and dry. Many a time I hid the mostly unbranded calves I took from the herd on the XIT ranch behind the tumbleweeds that had built up in the small valleys across the open plains only...

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