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"The Cowboy's Last Request" Copyright©1997, Michael S. Robinson He lay there on his deathbed, gaunt and ashen as the the snow. His breathing, heavy-labored, and his heartbeat, deathly slow. His gnarled face and silver hair topped-off his plaid pajamas; and, at the other end, stuck out his treasured Tony Lamas. He strained to talk, a muffled try; I leaned and heard him say, "Friend, listen to my last request before I slip away... I've stashed some Chivas Regal underneath the bunkhouse stair, and saved it for an extra-special, really rare affair.
It's sure, I’ll never drink it now— although its taste I crave— so, please go get it when I'm gone, and pour it on my grave. Well, since I was his truest friend, I knew I must comply, and told him he could rest assured and go ahead and die! But, as an afterthought, I asked, "I, too, possess a thirst; Please be a sport and let me pour it through my kidneys first!"
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