Three in the mornin'
ridin' back to camp from the Bar in Post, been drinkin',
cussin', fightin' and shootin' pool with amigos, Mexicans,
just havin' fun, like good ol' Texicans -
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Seems like lately, recalling our days of fun and blasts from the past are happening to us all. Memories of days gone by, seem to make us laugh and cry, but one things for sure.... as you well said....we shall never pass this way again......but the memories shall forever live on... Great recalled memories, made into a poem/sonnet. Thanks for sharing.
Wonderful to go back and reminisce. Sounds like One Helluva ride