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	<title>The Transcendental Cowboy</title>
	<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com</link>
	<description>cowboy kouˌboi noun  2:  informal a person who is reckless or careless.</description>
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		<description>[caption id="attachment_246" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Waterfall"][/caption][caption id="attachment_245" align="alignleft" width="199" caption="Fountain"][/caption][caption id="attachment_244" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Flowers"][/caption]

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		<title>Good Old Days</title>
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		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=221</link>
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		<title>Past Mistakr</title>
		<description>lost the moment

slipped between the memory of a past mistake

and anticipation of future consequences

and it creates a sadness that tears apart today

I should be able to find the place I am and live

but this thing crawls up inside me and takes up residence 

it banishes all else to my amazement ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=219</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m devided</title>
		<description>pardon my indecision
but on the subject of circumcision
I'm devided...
literally

I didn't have much of a choice
and if asked at the time I'd voice
the strongest of desents,
(I'd  assume)

but looking at it now
I think if someone tried to give me a tip
I'd want it as much as fat lip

the helmet makes the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=218</link>
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		<title>Korean Cowboy Boots</title>
		<description>In his Korean cowboy boots
And his Gandolf hood
The Transcendental Cowboy
Feels like a man
And he's looking good.
Could be Texas
Or 1869
But that's not what's running through his mind.

He's thinking instead about the ways of the world.

He says, "My Korean cowboy boots carry an American brand... But we all know they're made in ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=216</link>
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		<title>Same Mistake Twice</title>
		<description>A sight for sore eyes, or rather to makes eyes sore, two ladies have made the same mistake this morning. The Cowboy can only assume they either live in a home free of mirrors, or in one filled with the cast off fun house mirrors of some now defunct carney ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=214</link>
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		<title>A Day at the Zoo</title>
		<description>A long line of strangers paraded before the Cowboy. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones, young ones. Each seemed desperate to present themselves as the individual the Cowboy knew they must be. Yet somehow he only saw them as a collective of strange animals, a slowly flowing procession ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=210</link>
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		<title>Dream</title>
		<description>Did I tell you I had a dream about a dead man? I think it was just because of your mention. But in the sleep lab, it came to me as a shock to see him standing there as if alive.

Looking for something he said he lost. In his old ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=207</link>
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		<title>Relative Strangers</title>
		<description>The Transcendental Cowboy has clean shorts and socks (he thinks of Ian Dury's New Boots and Panties). He's poured some water on his hair. He's wiped his hands and face with some hand sanitizer. The Cowboy mutters, "I'm good to go!"

With the others off hiking or boating, the Cowboy has ...</description>
		<link>http://www.transcendental-cowboy.com/?p=204</link>
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		<title>Them or Me</title>
		<description>Photographs 
of dead people 
and dead dogs 
and a sudden burst of anxiety.
 
Even the ones of me show me nothing but ghosts.

Who were those people 
and where did they go?
Fear, pain, and hard work 
will ultimately kill them all.

Can't cut a digital photo into a million pieces.
You can only ...</description>
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