Twirling, swirling, belting out a tune. Voice of an angel, heart of pure gold. Entrraptured ranch hands, cowboys and clerks, stand up clapping, on high alert. Out of place, one of a kind. The songstress from the East, driving them out of their minds. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, barmaids whisper, feeling mean. She’s stealing our men, taking what’s ours. We can’t have this, she’s gone to far. She must be stopped, for crying out loud……
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Escape Reality 
6 responses to “jealous west”
I like this post. It moved with grace.
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Thank you!
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for crying out loud….it’s not her fault lol🤭😂
nicely done , Dylan…
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….lol she just happened to be there, that’s all…thank you Destiny 😊😉….
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welcome as always 💫
😁😉
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😊😉
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