Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In a dusty town where laughter roams,
The rodeo calls with its vibrant tones.
Witty cowhands gather ’round the pen,
To share their tales and jest with friends.
A bronco bucks like a laugh unleashed,
With riders bold, and humor increased.
As sparks of jest fly through the night,
The stars above are twinkling bright.
A trickster’s grin, a well-timed jest,
Like lassoed dreams that never rest.
Each quip’s a saddle, snug and tight,
Carrying hearts far into the night.
So raise a glass to wisdom found,
In chuckles shared, where joy is crowned.
For in this rodeo, each laugh’s a prize,
A tapestry woven ‘neath open skies.
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