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Click hereI rode the dunes out west of Tucson,
letting the daylight fade to crimson.
Long the yearning dwelled within
Long the spirit boiled with sin.
Fret not a furrowed or sun burnt face,
nor broken limb or low bent waist.
Pass not the tired from hard rode pace
or he who chafes from saddle's base
Welcome to the men on horses,
Living not from bulging purses.
Open doors for wandering louses,
Lay the beast on beds and couches.
For when you do you'll find the glory.
about hard rode men, not kid or boy.
He'll leave you soon not stay or toy,
And all you have is a hell of a story.
I thought it was an intriguing view, but the last two stanzas sort of muddled things with near rhymes that weren't near enough, to my ear at least, and last one also mixed up the rhyme pattern compared to the others. But these are easily tweakable things.