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For shame.
You better watch out, with thoughts like that, you never know what might happen to you.
Bravo !
The wind through the sagebrush
As night is descendin’
Can’t be put into words
Without government spendin’
The jingle of spurs
And the creak of old leather
Without your tax dollars
They’ll be gone forever
A saddle, a rope
Stetson cocked at a slant
One man rides alone
With his government grant
He’s tough and he’s rugged
Never needing assistance
Now you evil teabaggers
Want to end his existence
Let you varmints remember
That old cowboy creed:
“From each per his ability
And to each per his need”
So don’t tighten those purse-strings
As you ‘baggers are prone
‘Cause without your tax money
He can’t ride alone
Either that or a better position.There are videos about that kind of thing, ya know.
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