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RUSTY SPURS
Posted by LadyChapman on March 27, 2011 in Jack Sammon, Poetry
RUSTY SPURS By Jack Sammon (C) 1999 There’s a pair of spurs hanging on a nail out in the shed. The straps are dry and cracking and the metal’s rusty red. My father gave them to me when he taught me how to ride. And well do I remember how I strapped them on [...]
