The Death of the CowboyA Poem by Moflo
And as I stop to come down,
I start to wonder why, Cowboys ride off in the sunset, And never the sunrise; For when my body's cold and sound, And the Cowboy's left this town, And dirt will cover like a net, Will his yielding pose no threat? -So to everyone I've met, When its time for me to die, Don't you waste me in the ground, Bury me in the clear, blue sky. © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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34 Reviews Added on January 11, 2011 Last Updated on January 11, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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