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The Six Shooters
As they hangs from his hip Has become a way of life Out in the badlands this Old cowboy roams a outlaw To most a friend to some As he rides these badland's all alone always looking Over his back to make sure No one is there as he sit's Atop of his old mare they will ride until they fade Out of time and this life And all we will remember Is the story's we hear Of his six shooters that he wore................ |
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welcome back blackfox........
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That was a good read, my friend ya 6shooter ya
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Nice work..
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Another good one Blackfox.
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