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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Urban Cowboy
From age 6 to 9 my mother would make me dress in cowboy clothes for the school pictures. After that It was always polo shirts and cords.
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sloan
December 3, 2009 at 8:15 AM
Classic...and awesome.
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