Trouble On Horizion
Sitting in a cave
on a hot dirty day
an outlaw hide away.
They laughed and carried on
about the bounty they taken away.
Watching the horizon so carefully
as to be not taken away.
Polishing
and loading
they preparing
for another raiding.
Jumping on their steeds
and riding ahead
to some town down the road.
Bandanas over their face as they arrived
guns a blazing loud.
They take their plunder
and ride away
back to their hideaway.
On their heels they hear
horses coming hard.
The law men
and posse in tow
galloping hard to their dismay
Pistol's firing loud
as they surround.
One down the two
as the guns a blaze.
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