Roaming the Untamed Frontier
Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.
In dusty towns where laughters born,
The Bandits plot til light of morn.
With grins unmasked and spirits high,
They crack a joke, let worries fly.
Their horses dance with a wild cheer,
As tales of mischief draw them near.
Theyll swipe a pie from Bessies stand,
Then share a slice, a merry band.
Through canyons deep, their laughter roars,
As they play pranks on local shore.
A whoopee cushion in the saloon,
Turns weary sighs to uproarious tune.
So when the sun dips low and fades,
Their friendships bloom in twilight shades.
With each hijink, a bond that grows,
For outlaws hearts, true joy bestows.
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