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Spiralised westerns are not the same

Roll the credits on what's-his-name, walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne, saddled up on his trusted steed, pistol packing, sure he'll succeed, stealing the sunset, final frame. Red carpet ready, for acclaim, didn't notice the spotlights change, when he signed up, to take the lead. Roll the credits. Movie critics called it a shame, a bad luck draw, no-one to blame, for the box-office franchise creed, but paying punters have agreed, spiralised westerns aren't the same. Roll the credits.

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Date: 4/4/2024 11:07:00 PM
I liked this, an excellent poem on the plight of western movies. It told a story of this difficult lifestyle.
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Martin Challender
Date: 4/8/2024 11:56:00 PM
Thank you Hilda!

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