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Roland's Tower Part I

There was a gunslinger, Roland Deschain, by name From Gilead, in the barony of New Canaan, he came. He won his guns at the tender age of fourteen Aye, even Cort said twas the youngest he'd seen. His hawk, named David, was the weapon he used Released in the face of the man who'd abused Him and his ka-mates throughout the years; Becomin' a gunslinger takes blood, sweat, and tears. His ka-mates buried the hawk, this is known for sure As the new gunslinger rode into town to bed with a whore. Roland grew old and went on a quest While students who failed were sent out west. The world moved on, time started to slide Off for the tower, Roland started his ride. D H Loewen

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