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By Jack Joseph Smith
Say she was the best of pounding hooves
across theprairies I have stood still inand about
Woo she went across my plainsmen mind
I'know I heard her over the trangle air
Her voice saying the star that shines for you
does not come and go but came and sent me to my feet
On my crutches misstepping across the stoop
of thetavern
Off the street she picked me up
With engagement for her singled out of the black
bar came help to=pick=me=up
I did not think a blank stare could mean so much
but then don't weall know shadows on the wall