not like any another day....
and her jaw was 'squared'......
ready for the ultimate battle....
she had aligned her 'ducks'
in a row.........
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quack quack
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and the hall of 'repentance' would have been
dusted and broom swept......
in order to insure that the
"onlookers with allergies".....
would enjoy the festivities as well.....
no stone was left unturned.....
the whiskey sours would be served....
along with pancakes.....
for,
indeed,
it would be a
BREAKFAST RODEO......
the lassos were prepared.....
in order to 'rope' those HOLY COWS.....
with quick and steady 'fortitude'......
with 'muscle'.....
and 'stealth'....
far be it from her to suggest a DIFFERENT PATH......
for that window of opportunity
had closed.....tightly.....
all that was left for her to do.....
was to witness the carnage.....
with a sense of humility....
hers was not to gloat....
cows being roped and SLICED
into 'barbequed ribs' was
a simple,
'right of passage'...
for a western girl......
and it was on........
