Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In the town of Guffaw, where legends dwell,
Two sharpshooters squared, cast under a spell.
With sombreros high, and a wink of their eyes,
They aimed for a duel, but sparks flew with sighs.
The sun beat down, casting shadows so long,
As the crowd gathered round, the mood bright and strong.
With jesters flair, they slung quips like their guns,
For each shot fired brought laughter, not runs.
“Draw,” yelled old Slim, as a tumbleweed swirled,
The bullets of banter in jest soon unfurled.
One cocked his pistol while cracking a grin,
The other replied with a well-timed spin.
So quick and so clever, theyd shoot then theyd jest,
Till the sun sank low, putting wit to the test.
With laughter like thunder, the duel knew no end,
Two cowboys in mirth, where humors the friend.
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