Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
In dusty trails where legends grow,
Wild Wilma rides, a fierce rodeo.
Her lasso flies with a crack and whip,
Shes forged her name, no fear, no slip.
With a heart of gold and steely gaze,
She gallops through the suns warm rays.
Across the plains where wildflowers bloom,
Her spirit dances, dispelling gloom.
When bandits strike, their shadows loom,
Wilma stands tall, dispelling doom.
With grit and grace, she draws her steer,
A fearless siren, the townsfolk cheer.
Through canyons deep and starlit night,
Her courage shines, a beacon bright.
For in her heart, the legend swells,
Of Wild Wilma and her daring spells.
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