Cathedral Cowboy

His belly is a hangin’ judge
judgin’ by the buckle on his belt
his tight blue jeans have ridden a range
of miles his backside felt.

But now he leans a smoulderin’
against cathedral walls
waitin’ on that last big roundup
the heaven sent cattle calls.

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