no cows,
no ranches, or fences,
nothing
to rustle
up for miles. and yet
i see a lot
of cowboy hats.
and big belt buckles.
boots and chaps,
and girls
with saddles.
there's a twang in
their voices,
country
in their stride.
everyone is
dancing in a line.
i'm lost in a Peckinpah
movie.
i've got to get outside.
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