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Dogsbody
We all remember the old West:
The double-doored saloon,
The stone-faced marshal
Nonchalantly polishing his star,
The light relief of card sharks,
The men of few words,
The rough drinks, slung along the bar,
The menace of a parched cactus,
And you, the dogsbody,
Cleaning up the mess
Once the gunfighter has gone.
Saturday 3rd May 2025 9:18 am
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