[allmendream]

Cowboy Poetry. Written via a generous (but unwilling) grant from Western Union.

“And now I lay me down to sleep
To dream what lies tomorrow
Perhaps success
Perhaps defeat
And everlasting sorrow.
For long and hard I've worked for bread
For honor and for riches
But upon my corns too long you've tred
You fine haired sons of b*tches.”

Black Bart

[allmendream]

Ahem! Make that “Wells Fargo”, the stagecoach between Oroville and Quincy to be exact.