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Rodeo, North Dakota
“That’s not a North Dakota name.”
Bulls buck Aaron Leiberkind.
This assertion made me flame.
The man at the mike was impelled to proclaim
(At staying on, young Aaron shined.)
“That’s not a North Dakota name.”
There was no one else he tried to defame,
To Irish Dakotans he never paid mind.
This assertion made me flame.
A bull’s intention is to maim.
The anchor, though, is more refined:
“That’s not a North Dakota name.”
Bulls treat riders all the same:
They want to toss the men behind.
This assertion made me flame.
A rodeo may seem like a game.
Aaron came first; was undermined.
“That’s not a North Dakota name.”
This assertion makes me flame.
Published in http://www.beltwaypoetry.com/
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