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| Colten was a hard riding cowboy.
He's been riding since he was four. He rode his broom stick everywhere But, Colten doesn't ride anymore. He was struck by a blue eyed smile That moved in across the street. Her teasing ways took him off his stick horse And put him back on his feet. He traded his worn boots for Nykes. And, he doesn't look for Indians anymore. The little Ranger fell off his stick horse When he fell for the girl next door. He stopped talking to his imagined side kick. Put his pistol in a box under the bed. The old west has suddenly lost it's charm. A cute girl now fills his head. We know this process is normal. It's what makes little boys grow. Here's to all the little stick cowboys. HAPPY TRAILS WHERE EVER YOU GO! |
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| My oldest grandson Colten |
