I knew him as elephant cowboy, but he went by many names. Lucy Bloom said she took him out; said he kissed her as a James. My brother just called him Kid; that’s what his father used to say. That is before his father blew him off, and then just blazed away. The elephant cowboy had sewn his boots, sitting all by his lone. He stitched for Margery too, before she found him passed out stoned. He wasn’t all that handsome, but my Mom pleased to call him Jed. That is before my elephant cowboy had already lost his head.
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The last line flipped me over again. There is some continuity both to your strategy to your choices. Oh, and let me get a third and to my confusion I always like the stuff the last line always gets me down.
I may rework that last line; I was thinking about it before. Thanks for giving my poem a shot though.
You are way cool. Do you like Hip Hop??
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