Terry Thomas

Eight

Eight: By Terry Thomas

The cowboy climbed in the shoot

As the bull was breathing hate

The buckaroo rosined up

For he only needed eight

Eight seconds on a Brahma

Seemed like 10 days filled with hate

But the rider kept thinking

He only needed eight

When the shoot opened

The Brahma made his escape

The cowboy got his wish

In feet, he flew eight

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