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Wild West

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It was a time of endless fields,
When cattle roamed the land,
Tons of families built their homes,
Everyone willing to give a hand.

When cowboys rode their horses,
Under the vast blue sky.
When children lay out in the sun,
Imagining they could fly.

It was a time of laughs and play,
A time of work and tears.
When the cycle of life and death
Repeated through the years.

Now houses line the endless roads,
Ranchers struggle to be the best.
But there are some who haven’t changed,
Who remember the Wild West.





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