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cowboy poem
Cowboy poem
Cityscape, tall building, and smog-filled evening sky
In New York, no one sleeps here; a camel smokes
a cigarette and no one finds that unusual
The big apple, tall women, and juicy scandals, what
else is there to know
Prosperity, even a bus driver can make it rich
be frugal, collect his mother's pension long after
She has died or gone to Galveston
I knew a man in Nevada
He won on the lottery, bought a horse, and a guitar
makes a living writing lyrics
It proves you don't have to go to New York to
make it big, with luck, you can succeed, but if you
still hesitate to try New Mexico
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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