THE GUNFIGHTERS
As the town's people start to eat
Two gunfighters pace off in the street
They both stand face to face in the highnoon heat
As the sweat runs down to their feet
There's only one man to beat
As the guns fire and repeat
After the smoke clears one gunfighter lays dead in the street
Because he was the one that was beat
poem by Logan
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