There aren't any magic bullets in this life. We do the best we can with what we have. Sooner or later our luck runs out. On the way home from work I almost got wiped out by a bus real close.
Cowboy pulled out his gun, the Indians wouldn't run. There were too many to shoot, they were after his loot. Out numbered and out of ammunition, the cowboy retreated from his position.
All he had left was his knife, which wasn't enough to protect his life. The indians were closing in fast, the cowboy had survived in the past. Seems his nine lives were over, cause he had no more cover.
All the Indians found him, then started to surround him. The cowboy fought until the end, until he could no longer defend. The indians left him where he lay, soon after came the birds of prey.
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Live it up while you can!
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Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2006
I wish there didn't have to be bullets at all, and that our world would be a safe place to live in, but I guess that would be Heaven and this is reality. The police officers of today have a tough life and a huge responsiblity. Always enjoy reading your poems! God Bless, Holly
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We use to play cowboy and indians when we were kids!!
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