December 2, 2010
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His hand nearly slips,
So he grips tighter.
He lowers himself, trying to stay on the saddle.
The crowed cheers,
As he’s tossed and bucked.

His cowboy hat hardens into two rough points.
His legs multiply
And toes mold together.

He kicks and jumps,
He must get him off.
The rider makes him mad,
And the crowd cheers him on.
One last buck, and the man tumbles off.

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