I cannot tell you his name or his face, but his origin. That is a keeper, for that is old Sheriff Mark herder

He was responsible for stopping the North East Texas gang

Those criminals responsible for tyrants running the town were taking down like a nail

Struck down hard and fast, they went in, gone forever in the old wood of the west

And suddenly, smokie came around the corner. And instantly I remembered why I loved him.
He was always my best and most favorite bear, both warm in bed, and friendly in the woods.
But he always seemed scared, almost timid an preoccupied everytime we went camping, something about the campfire.... then one night. The camp fire got out of control. He tried to stop it. But his furry costume was extremely flammable.
Smokie died doing what he loved that night...
Stopping forest fires...
And dressing up like a large stinky mammal...

Lmfao

The ultimate furry.

The story from my child hood rang in my ears like a bullet

poor smokie fell fighting

Lmao

But I would not meet his fate

Or in hell

So I picked it up towards county lines

Just then I heard it

The twister like a stern mother coming after you for dinner

What drugs are you on?

It roared its power down the land, and over the ridge

Just curious

I road hard but it caught me

It's a good story

Shhhh

I usually need help with term papers, and can't seem to write enough for em

Ever

lol

I flew high and so did ray, we both met God that day

Rip

and back down he sent us

He hit the ground hard, mercy had struck us

Likd miners finding gold, we took off towards the light of day

proud and ready to claim our reward

In our case, life

rak could not move well, so I had to leave him

LSD?

Horse served me a good 13 years

Farther as I went I sought a free land

And as I came down from my high

I fell right back into a low

I saw my ranch

My old farm house

Blown o high ho

I had been stricken hard by the wind