Don’t Reach, Cowboy

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I made I never rode a lazy horse to a bank robbery, and sure my six-shooter was loaded.
Tipped my hat to the ladies.
“Looking sharp, Ma’am.”
“Thank you, sir. “
I never shot anyone who didn’t need shooting.
After the last job, I stopped at the first town I saw.

“Whiskey, barkeep, all-around.”
The drinks were watered, the game was crooked.
Player stole my money while I was holding a full house.

“Don’t reach, cowboy,” he said.
Good advice. Here’s some more.
Think through the robbery; think through the escape.

Clip.
Clop.
Can’t do it on a lazy horse.

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