Captain Jack

There’s your braided leather kack
Just sittin’, lonely on its rack.
And reins hang against the wall.
The inside of my dead ponies stall.
I miss you Captain Jack.
I miss you my old friend,
Now that you’re at your trails end.
Old age is what caught you
And I suppose it’ll catch me too.
Then together we’ll ride again.

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