Enlightenment

It seems the horse they furnished me
Was rawther rude; I could not see
Just what annoyed the brute, for he
Gave one long leap and shook me free;
And I descended to the earth
'Mid cruel shouts of ribald mirth.
" You cussed that bronk, " the cowboys said,
" That's why he dumped you o'er his head;
Old Spot's respectable and he
Won't stand fer no profanity. "
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