Kenny and Me (or Ranching at Eighteen)

Together we were young
and strong and very bold
and together we could drink
more beer than we could hold

We could drive home late and fast
singing every Johnny Horton song
Then fall asleep for minutes
and still answer the morning gong

We would work it out in the hot hot sun
(so easy then did the poisons yield)
As we sweated bales with pitch forks
and passed gas
in a thousand acre field

When your best friend is your cousin
The missing is mightily multiplied
RIP Kenny Wirges

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