Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In the dusty town where sunbeams dance,
The cowboys gather for a merry chance.
With winks and grins, their pranks take flight,
Turning the desert into pure delight.
The jester roams with lasso in hand,
Casting targets, like dreams, that expand.
A wranglers hat takes wing with a spin,
While laughter erupts, like a wild violin.
With quick-witted tales ˜neath the starlit skies,
They conjure cheer with mischievous lies.
A rattlers tail tied to ol Guss boot,
Watch him jump high--oh, what a hoot!
As moonlight bathes the silvery sage,
Their spirits soar, no remorse or cage.
In the heart of the West, where humors unfurled,
The jester™s charm brings joy to the world.
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