By Baxter Black
On the Edge of Common Sense
Waitin’ for Daddy
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“Mama, when’s Daddy comin’ home? Is it time to worry yet?”
“By supper, darlin’. Eat your Cheerios.”
He rode out this morning early. Like he does six days a week
I always make him tell me where he goes
‘Specially when I know he’s headed over on the canyon side
At least I know I’ll have a place to start
So in case he doesn’t come back I can hunt for him myself
Or go...
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