A Cowboy Loved

A Cowboy Loved short poem

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He rode into town on his horse.
Spurs digging into A soft dull gray, 
hooves echoing against the ground.
His eyes met with a certain lass.
Joyful at heart.
His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility.
He thought of his coat.
Warm, comforting.
She fit him perfectly. Extending his brow
Exchanging passing glance.
There wasn’t a register in sight
Nor a cashier to exchange currency.
She partook in his small town stare
Granting a smile that made his horse stop dead in its tracks.
Moments later
He shot his horse
Placing his hat on the coat rack in her eye

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