My Cowboy

I like to imagine you as a cowboy with a 10 gallon hat, holding a pitchfork while chewing on grass out in the field under the hot summer sun and standing next to your old and faithful dog, a wolfhound bound to obey. Across the expanse of corn you see your vision of loveliness wearing nothing but the boots you left her on the front porch of the house and in her hands she comes carrying lemonade to make your day all better.

Bears Rebellion 16/11/13

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