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...a tumbleweed rolls by...

"the good kush" manages to escape my lips

i click my spur to the ground to make the little whirl a gig thing spin for fun. pa toie.
"i spose not many folks come round these parts."

my sheriff badge reflects sun light in a ray on the ground

"i reckon i like it this way" pa tooie i spit the cowboy stuff on the ground and turn away walking into the sunset handsomely (my butt also looks nice in the chaps)