Poem about a western shootout.
Two cowboys
Taking 10 paces
Turning, then drawing
Bullets leave traces
of blood pouring
So much death
What a waste this is
In the wild, wild, west
Everyone is quick to draw
Draw your gun too soon
And you’ll be dead
Before you reach the Saloon
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