Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
In the wide expanse where the tumbleweeds sway,
Cowboys gather ˜round with laughter to play.
With jesters hats perched atop their heads,
Each joke a spark that brightly spreads.
By crackling fires, they tell tales of old,
Of wild pranks and treasures of gold.
Their mock duels draw gleeful cheers from the crowd,
As mirthful spirits rise, unruly and loud.
Under the stars where the cacti stand tall,
They dance like the shadows, heedless of fall.
A lasso spun tight, a punchline in flight,
Their joy a beacon, igniting the night.
So raise a toast to those cowboys who dare,
To crown their horizons with laughter to share.
For in the heart of the rugged terrain,
The jester™s hat reigns, a spirit unchained.
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