Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
Beneath the wide, unyielding sky,
Two cowboys met, with jest and eye.
With every word, their laughter soared,
Turning contradictions into roar.
œIm tall as tales yet short on grit,
Spoke Billy, with a cheeky wit.
œYour horse is slow, but seems to race,
And you™re a tough one with clumsy grace.
They danced with tongues as wild as wind,
Each quip a twist, a playful sin.
œAn honest crook! one cowboy claimed,
While shaking hands, their fates were framed.
As sun dipped low in amber hue,
They spun their yarns, their friendship grew.
In jests they found what life™s about,
In contradictions, laughter sprout.
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