He should be the newest outlaw Sheriff in the county
of the west himself in Clayton, New Mexico, he found
a decent bar out there, he went in charmingly, he was
excellent on gunslinger moment, he got the western
smile in earth, his teeth was truly shinny, he was the
old Mickie’s Bar to order his outgoing beer, Miller Draft
Light with couple of crackers to chow down smoothly
and delight, when the live music was playing beautifully
and charm, so John J. Wilson can dance on beat, he
got the groove, he started into it, he was clapping his
hands loudly and clear, until then. The wife he was truly
married, she came and dance with him like buttermilk
and bisquit, he was sweating like a storm, he kept
dancing until he truly worns out so quick, he can’t hardly
walk after that, he try to walk little steps to sit next his
wife to be, he drank lot of water nonstop
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-5-16
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