I'm not a cowboy, but I have a straw Bailey and a pair of Tony Lamas.

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When you're born
you break out of the gate
like a bucking horse.
You are the horse
and you are the rider.
There are many rodeos
and many miles.
Years pass and your colts
and fillies are gone.
You find yourself in the stands
watching the arena.
After a while
you don't go anymore.
The pick-up truck doesn't go
further than the mail box.
You try to stay warm.
You stare into space.
You try to remember.