You limp from the right,

mostly at night,

lately in the morning also.

It could be the cold.

You work too hard,

but at least you don't

drink and fight,

you just used to. There are

two gentle colts

in the pasture. Next

year, a few cows.

Beef, roping practice.

I will never be

your rodeo bride, but I

would like to

have seen you

in your prime -

slim-hipped, bronc

rein firm in your

third-generation grip,

teeth clenched,

spurs

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