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Hello Everyone, my name is James and I am married to Reba. At home I get 1/4 of the closet space and she gets 3/4. The same is true with our Web Pages. LOL But that is okay with me. She knows more about this computer, then I do. She loves making Web Pages more then I do too. So I have given her my Web Site Space. I know that she will do some more great pages. Carry on my Darling. Love You Forever. |
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FROM MY LOVING HUSBAND LOVE YOU TOO |
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~I MARRIED A COWBOY~ |
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This page is dedicated to my husband James Proud to be your wife. The poem that you are about to read - fits him to a tee. Smiles. I am one lucky woman. |
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A REAL COWBOY! By Jim John |
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They say I ain't much of a cowboy And I reckon they're probably right, Cause I'm really not much of a horseman... And I don't like camping out at night. |
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I can't rope a cow or wrestle a steer. I've never drank redeye. I hate warm beer. But a soft bed at night, now that I hold Dear. |
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I've never been bit by a rattlesnake... And I don't like to gnaw on a bloody, red steak. Beans flavored with dust and soot from some fire, Just can't make my spirit soar higher. |
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Yeah, they say I ain't a real cowboy, And I reckon they're pretty near right, Cause my boots aren't always comfortable And I can't wear my levis real tight. |
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I don't hang out with dance hall girls, Stud poker was never my game. I can't play the guitar or yodel... And Slim certainly ain't my nickname. |
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