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There was a sheriff, mayor, and Marshall. Lots of saloons, pleasure rooms, and corrals. Ladies of ill repute, and coward men who feared the dreadful 'Cowboys' back then. Lots of gambling, plenty of alcohol. This western town had live stage-shows for all. Tombstone had it all except a pastor. I became the pastor who brought order. I, Pastor Paul, prevented a gunfight. Violence never made anything right. Tombstone was not a place to raise a child in that ragging territory gone wild. Dreams of fortune salivated the air. With selfless ideas, I came to share. 01162019PoSoupContest, Movie Magic, Gregory Barden The movie, Tombstone;14lines10syllables, exact rhyme6P

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