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The Last Ride

As he jump on his mighty steed and ran off into the night,
He knew that he would eventually see another gun fight,
His horse would ride like the wind,with his master on his back,
His guns ablaze and hands steady,preparing for the attack,
He knew this day would finally come,the looking glass showed his gray,
When a new rider would wear the badge and keep them at bay,
So he fought hard and gave it his all,up until he died,
Then the town he protected,gave him his last ride.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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