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Sunday, January 23, 2022
Manifest Destiny, Plain As Day
What looks
Fair and square does
Not always turn out
To be what it should be—
Which is why
I reckon that
Cowpuncher’s driving
Just cattle and not
Buffalo, right Bill?
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