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** #1544389 Not An Image **
“What the heck is this thing?” I ask myself. Is it a spittoon for a cowboy ring? Perhaps it’s a cacti condo of sorts, maybe a maze that mice use for playing? Is it a spittoon for a cowboy ring? Nights under stars with a big wad of chew, campfire songs about the Red River Valley, spittin’ and singin’ ‘til daylight is new. Perhaps it’s a cacti condo of sorts, adobe art for prickly plants to call home, sitting on a yard made of rock and sand, cactus castle beside a garden gnome. Maybe a maze that mice use for playing, dashing through the holes, a game of hide and seek. Whatever it is, I’m tired of writing, of a pic I’ll forget within a week.
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