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I love red Herefords 

That 70's look they have and the colorful mess they make when you're gathering

A sea of red and dirty white

I love the taste of hot bitter black coffee as you drive off with a rattling pipe stock trailer behind

The hot liquid 

And cold togo cup waking up my 3 am mind

I still love the feeling of throwing a perfect heel shot

The jerking slack

The whuff as you stack on dallys

The pull and tug and stretch and then stillness

Smiling at the other end of the rope

I love fancy inlaid boots and twirling until early morning

And the sobering silly feeling of Waffle House after the nights revelries with friends 

How the cowboys tip back their kids and giggle

The seriousness they show to the world gone for a few moments

Before the wild stories begin again

The pulse of red dirt drums lingering long after the band has packed up

And me with them

Imagining it all

Realizing I'm up

And stepping onto the stage

It's 

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