Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
Beneath the wide and gleaming skies,
A cowboy strolls with a twinkle in his eyes.
With boots of leather, tough and wise,
Yet dances color where mystery lies.
Bright stripes and polka dots peek out,
From rugged boots that the trail has worn.
A pink and green delight, without a doubt,
In a world so gray, it™s laughter reborn.
With every step, the grass waves high,
And passersby can™t help but grin.
Those socks, mismatched, like the stars on high,
Bring unexpected joy in the midst of the din.
So raise a toast to the vibrant pairs,
For beneath the dust, there™s humor unchained.
In the heart of the West, with wild flares,
It™s the little things that keep the soul entertained.
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