The Man With No Name... Poem by Shaun Cronick
The Man With No Name...
And so it came to pass,
One splendid day all cheered.
Tyranny was shot to pieces,
It's cruelty no longer feared.
One man was all it took,
A quiet stranger with no name.
Who rode casually into town,
A gunslinger with a deadly aim.
He shot them down like dogs,
These vile outlaws of no-good.
Saying nothing as he rode out,
Our freed town we call Eastwood.
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