Concho Poems - Poems about Concho

...Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, we're cruising in the Lone Star state. Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, was sitting up close to your date. One hand on t......

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...Long blond hair, black Western hat, tight leather pants. No ounce of fat. High heeled boots, concho belt, imagine how he must have felt when she just stopped and looked around then asked if she......

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