Cowboys riding into nighttime corridors of tomorrow, happy to
be free from the hot arid desert, sun beating down upon them,
sitting in the saddle all day.
Rounding up cattle, not resting and relaxing, thankful for the
moon for it doesn't emit any heat at all, eating a cowboy supper,
talking, telling jokes, going to bed under the stars, dreaming
about good and wonderful things when they awaken.
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