The show ring jude

By Baxter Black


The judge stood in the show ring as the yearlin bulls arrived. Noted and prestigious, his reputation had survived A thousand purebred standoffs and a million county fairs And despite his regal bearing, he didn´t put on airs. Oh. maybe just a little but nobody seemed to mind, The purple robe and scepter made the show look more refined. He stood straight with self-assurance and whispered to his aide As the bulls marched in a circle years of breeding on parade.



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