Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In a tumbleweed town where laughters king,
With poker chips stacked high, mischief on each spring.
The cowboys gather round, hats tipped to the skies,
Ready for antics, with twinkling eyes.
Cards flash like lightning, bluffings an art,
While Slim tells a tale that steals every heart.
Bucks got a trick, he™s hiding a queen,
As laughter erupts, the wildest youve seen.
Old Sal, with a wink, slips in a fake ace,
While the dealers distracted, moving at pace.
Each hands a circus, a dance full of jest,
In the heat of the moment, they treasure the best.
When dusk paints the sky with shades bold and bright,
These jesters of cards turn chaos to light.
As stars fill the heavens, laughter rings loud,
In the heart of the West, they gather their crowd.
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