Government Blankets
I never saw myself as a cowgirl; go ask the horse,
if he’ll take your calls.
Although, if you were a better liar and trust weren’t my pony,
we could loose our chapped legs,
Regret lives in bolo ties,
ties and tassels. But everyone sees
when your legs touch. So it’s no wonder
I’m afraid of apples.
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