Three brothers from wild West


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Taking a stroll
A red Indian spotted me
Aimed his arrow
Only to be shot
By a cowboy
The dying red Indian
Cowboy took an aim
To end his screams
I broke
That cowboy’s nose
We were all
Three brothers
From wild West

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