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The Bull Rider
For every mile he travels
His piece of rope unravels
For every bull he conquers
His mind starts to wonder
For every second he’s on
His body is hangin’ on
For every breath he has
He’s wishin’ it’s not the last
All these things come to mind
When ever his life is on the line
His life is in the hand of fate
Whether or not the bull has a say
People say his life is dull
But they never met face to face with
a bull
The life of a bull rider is a
dangerous one
But the fear and the rush is all
part of the fun.
© Kristen
Powell-Georgia
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