[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Ice Cream For Crow[/alert_box] You hardly know a day goes by in the cardboard cutout sundown the moon popped up like a gallery duck sipped up gold from the sunny cup and longhorns sawed the buggy grass and a cowboy blew a harp sitting on his chapped ass and the prarie flowers didn’t look a bit queer and the stars struck the sand cartwheeled and poked in the prarie a cactus juice stand the only place the crows couldn’t land the bluebottle flies were as big as a cowboy’s eyes and their buzz was as loud as rattlers a fire engineRead More →