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The Winds Warm wind whips wildly westward while winter withers away, I laboriously trek toward test and temper, a truthful tale of moral dismay, Bound by the brewing, impending fight, a bubbling, blistering, boundless blight, Floundering to muster my might against the foal of my father's delight, She's calm, curious, courageously bold, breaking her feels callous and cold, Beautiful, bellowing, bucking bronc with a lot of love and a little luck We will ride Wyoming's western Winds right up to where the Winds begin |
Additional Notes:
"Winds" refers to the wonderfully wild Wind River Mountains of western Wyoming. This is a memory that I constantly call upon.
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