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Show So I vowed to St. Peter right there and right then never to stoop to complaining again... Whatever the weather. Whatever the need. When Colton yells "Brewer!" I'll load up my steed And head for the mountain, come rain, sleet or snow... If it's ninety above-If it's forty below. Ol' Colton will think I've took leave of my sense to find me a-singin' while mendin' his fence And tendin' his cattle with nary a curse - For I've learned my lesson: Things sure could be worse! F. Allan Brewer and Frances Brewer Steiner FRVIN nun Eugy/Acregso*1 '8!T 56 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |
