[FASTLARRY]

Subject: Fw: COWBOY POETRY


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>>>> Jake, the rancher, went one day
>>>> to fix a distant fence.
>>>> The wind was cold and gusty
>>>> and the clouds rolled gray and dense.
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>>>> As he pounded the last staples in
>>>> and gathered tools to go,
>>>> The temperature had fallen,
>>>> the wind and snow began to blow.
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>>>> When he finally reached his pickup,
>>>> he felt a heavy heart.
>>>> From the sound of that ignition,
>>>> he knew it wouldn't start.
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>>>> So Jake did what most of us
>>>> would do if we had been there.
>>>> He humbly bowed his balding head
>>>> and sent aloft a prayer.
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>>>> As he turned the key for the last time,
>>>> he softly cursed his luck.
>>>> They found him three days later,
>>>> frozen stiff in that old truck.
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>>>> Now Jake had been around in life
>>>> and done his share of roaming.
>>>> But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
>>>> it looked just like Wyoming!
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>>>> Of all the saints in Heaven,
>>>> his favorite was St. Peter.
>>>> (Now, this line ain't needed
>>>> but it helps with rhyme and meter)
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>>>> So they set and talked a minute or two,
>>>> or maybe it was three.
>>>> Nobody was keeping' score --
>>>> in Heaven time is free.
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>>>> "I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,
>>>> "that God will answer prayer,
>>>> But one time I asked for help,
>>>> well, he just plain wasn't there."
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>>>> "Does God answer prayers of some,
>>>> and ignore the prayers of others?
>>>> That don't seem exactly square --
>>>> I know all men are brothers."
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>>>> "Or does he randomly reply,
>>>> without good rhyme or reason?
>>>> Maybe, it's the time of day,
>>>> the weather or the season."
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>>>> "Now I ain't trying to act smart,
>>>> it's just the way I feel.
>>>> And I was wondering', could you tell me --
>>>> what the heck's the deal?!"
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>>>> Peter listened very patiently
>>>> and when Jake was done,
>>>> There were smiles of recognition,
>>>> and he said, "So, you're the one!!"
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>>>> "That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
>>>> and you sent your prayer a flying,
>>>> You gave us all a real bad time,
>>>> with hundreds of us trying."
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>>>> "A thousand angels rushed,
>>>> to check the status of your file,
>>>> But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard
>>>> from you in quite a long while."
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>>>> "And though all prayers are answered,
>>>> and God ain't got no quota,
>>>> He didn't recognize your voice,
>>>> and started a truck in Minnesota."
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>>>> BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!