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“Well its bulls and blood Its dust and mud Its the roar of a Sunday crowd Its the white in his knuckles The gold in the buckle Hell win the next go round Its boots and chaps Its cowboy hats Its spurs and latigo Its the ropes and the reins And the joy and the pain And they call the thing rodeo. ...
Johnny had been gone on the rodeo circuit for several months now. ...
I never got a chance to write or call, and I know this rodeo has been hard on us all But Ill be home soon. ... Theres somebody new and he sure aint no rodeo man.
Approximate Word count = 517 Approximate Pages = 2.1 (250 words per page double spaced)
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