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My life
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personal poems I was a good kid growing up in a North Saskatchewan town.
With good people and a trustworthy hound, which protected me from whatever my cause, me harm.
You could almost see the highway from where I live but on some days it was foggy.
You could see the black clouds coming out of the smoke stacks and icing on the once green grass when it was cold.
When I was a young lad I went to my uncle’s farm and he had doggies, steeds, poultry and also the occasional feline.
I’m a cowboy. With a six string on my back. I play for keeps. Cause I might not make it back. I’ve been everywhere. And I’m standing tall. I’ve seen a million faces. And I fooled them all.
I’m an old man now and I cannot say anymore;
Because I am dying and I am dead as a door.
