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Luck of the Draw

Gunslingers seldom like to wait
And that high noon train is running late
Their trigger fingers start to itch
While Ike Clanton comments "Death's a bitch"

But that engine pulls in belching steam
Brakes engage with a rusty scream
Then Wyatt Earp steps from a car
Pinning on the lawman's star

Earp says "Dudes, let have some fun"
But Clanton's clumsy with his gun
Dismayed to find his barrel stuck
Inspired to mutter "What the fuck?"

Earp says "Boys, give it a rest
We'll put our talents to the test
But let's go grab a shot of gin
Then we'll let the best man win."
Written by crowfly
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