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Sisters of the Smiling Eyes by Vicki Pompea
Copyright © 2002
When I was a little girl, I?d read myself away
The pages I would turn to were places I could stay
My very favorite hero was a woman of the west
She faced each day with wit and warmth as she went upon each quest
And she rode on a snow white stallion
And she rode through golden plains
Seeing adventure, seeing her fortune, finding that she could survive -
Survive with smiling eyes
My husband kissed me on the cheek He said ?Honey, where?ve you been?
I saw you staring at the wall, you didn?t notice I walked in.?
I grinned at him and I pointed to the dishes and the bills
I said ?I?m fine, but I?m going back. My mind?s heading for the hills.?
And I rode ?
The waitress walked like her feet were sore, but she wore my hero?s face
We shared a look and I recognized that cheerful state of grace
She took her break just as I left and we rendezvous?d outside
We were sisters of the heart, we were cowgirls on a ride.
And we rode ..