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tossing some old words around

Sam Elliot once told me,
in a dream,
that I didn’t know how to use a rifle.
Cowboy knowledge, solid and assured,
that cut to the quick.
Now I, mythological to self,
keep saying
that I don’t know how to love.
Except that I’m not a cowboy
and can’t grow that mean a mustache
nor wield a rifle.
So how, then, to love?

Posted by noblehobo on May 24, 2008 01:52 AM |

Comments

This is cool sounding. But, Honey, there is an infinite number of ways to love. Just love, is all. The worst it can do is kill you. And what’s death, when one could have loved a little?

Posted by: Beth | May 24, 2008 01:24 PM

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