Not a problem though.
Buried in a hole in the desert with only the bones of Oscar for company.
Feeding on the worms that had eaten the souls of the good people, long before they'd grown old.
He was a comfort to me,
That old buffalo.
And now I spend my days thinking about getting dressed sometime after I've finished completely with my next thought.
Straighter better I hope, the same old goals. Keep me living. Keep me failing but keep me trying.
Never quite making it but never truly disappointing either.
And always having fun...
Dedicated to my professional friend, indie author & faithful twitter pal @I_M_Telling
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