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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