Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In the heart of dunes where the coyotes roam,
Sat the Wild Desert Gambler, far from home.
With a deck of cards and a grin so wide,
He played the fates, with the moon as his guide.
Under a sky of shimmering stars,
Hed shuffle fortunes beneath Mars.
Each deal a gamble, a life on the line,
His luck was a legend, a spark divine.
With hands that danced like the swirling sand,
Hed outsmart the seer from the neighboring land.
A flash of his eyes, a flick of his wrist,
Wove tales of daring no one could resist.
As dawn broke anew, the deserts embrace,
He rode to the next, wild games sweet grace.
For in every heart where the spirits run free,
Lives the Wild Desert Gambler, a soul like the sea.
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