A Gunslinger Tribute
By Canon
to the slinger of guns, the man that wants to ride. You never know what awaits you, and what the heavens may hide. When you think of riding, just close your eyes and dream. Hold your head up high, and face that bright suns beam. Let the breeze flow, through your cowboy hair. throw your hand to the sky, and ride without a care. A dream is all you need, to revisit a happy past. Im sure my cowboy friend, that ride won't be your last. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 02:33 AM PST, Joshua 10 • 0
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