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The Big Rodeo I hope I will ride in the big rodeo. Young and carrying a gold lasso. My body has many broken bones. From falls and tumbles it's known. In my prime I was top number one. The bulls would look at me and run. I can only watch cowboys have fun. Riding in the rodeo as I have done. One day I will ride in the big rodeo. Where I'll be young and ready to go. I can discard this wheelchair I'm in. Ready and healthy riding once again. I'll have to watch others ride for now. In the big rodeo I'll show them how. Know I could do if I was still young. These broken bones I'll overcome. BY: Kings
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