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The Last Frontier
by Nancy AmesWay out west
lonely old cowboys
lie in bed
and shoot flies
off the ceiling,
then they feel
sorry for themselves
when it rains. 03/26/2008
Posted on 03/27/2008
Copyright © 2026 Nancy Ames
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/27/08 at 01:33 AM I love that. Great line, great image. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/08 at 02:27 AM Great write! Right it's not the rain, it's the melting snow on the roof. Once the snow is gone we'll worry about the rain. Maybe! |
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