..drifting snow. low light on horizon..blowing soft
and slow across wide brim of hat. cold wince of the
eyes, breath smokes to the west..storm sneaks into
nite. leather crisp with quick rythmn of hooves..down
the white trail and winter finds us. brisk with ice on
the rifle..grey deadwood crackles in campfire. wild
and found, rustlin in its twilight of silence.
and slow across wide brim of hat. cold wince of the
eyes, breath smokes to the west..storm sneaks into
nite. leather crisp with quick rythmn of hooves..down
the white trail and winter finds us. brisk with ice on
the rifle..grey deadwood crackles in campfire. wild
and found, rustlin in its twilight of silence.
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scoots:
but what about the young ass?
lucylynne:
I appreciate both compliments! 
Youve got me pegged though. I am going to be stoned all weekend probably. I do enough thinking during the week without having to think on the weekend! Whatcha up too???
Youve got me pegged though. I am going to be stoned all weekend probably. I do enough thinking during the week without having to think on the weekend! Whatcha up too???