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Friday, March 21, 2014

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[From a story about self-discovery and love and identity, now finished.]


This one's called Lars' Lament. I think it would be good with music, but I'm not a musician. Here goes.

I sing a cowgirl's lonesome song.
My mount I ride, the day is long.

Come to me my trusted ride,
you, me 'nd Sage by our side.

Horse 'nd dog 'nd then there's me.
They said I'd say, "Let me be."

But know that ain't it at all.
I'd just as soon see you tall.

In that saddle we picked out,
chased that cougar plum clean rout.

So bed me down beneath the stars.
For all the world I'd be with Lars.

You could make a refrain and sing it, I think. But it says what I wanted it to.