Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In the heart of the plains where the wild winds play,
Swirling dust devils dance in a carefree sway.
With a whoop and a holler, the cowboys take flight,
In pranks woven deep as the stars shine bright.
One roguish young lad tied a lasso so sly,
To catch the whirlwind as it zipped by.
It twirled round his hat with a mischievous grin,
While laughter erupted, the true joy within.
Amongst sagebrush and shadows, a clever ruse,
They planted a cactus just waiting to bruise.
With each tumble and twist, the dust devils spun,
And echoed the pranks that had only begun.
So gather round, friends, let the stories unfold,
Of dust devils laughter, a sight to behold.
In the vast open range where adventure ignites,
Cowboys chase whims, through long starry nights.
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