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A Nomad’s Life A nomad’s life, given to the chosen few, Given to the strong, proud, and true. The smell of leather, The sound of spurs. Chrome horses in the morning sun, It’s time to get started on a long, long run. The sound is of thunder as they go by. Nomads by the numbers on their glorious rides. If they had to explain, you would not understand A life, a breed, a strong nomad. The last of the cowboys, this is so true. The life of a nomad will always be with you. White lines on the highway, you count them one by one, They go on forever into the sun. The wind blowing through his long black mane, He rides for days even heads into the rain. Another bright sunset spun into colors of gold and blue. A life of a nomad So strong and true . . . Forever in the wind. Dee
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Mary
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Last updated 13 April 2009