Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
Beneath the sun, where the gallops race,
The rodeo queen finds her rightful place.
With a twinkle in her eye and a quip so bright,
She charms the crowd, her spirit alight.
In sparkled boots, she takes the stage,
With laughter loud, she turns the page.
The judges chuckle, hearts skip a beat,
Her humor cuts through like a lassoed feat.
The crowd erupts as she spins her yarn,
Tales of wild horses and a cowboys charm.
With wit so sharp, like a knife in the night,
She weaves her stories, both bold and light.
As the banners wave in the evening glow,
Her crown shines bright, a radiant show.
With laughter and grace, she takes her reign,
A queen of spirit, fierce and untamed.
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