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Curly poured me a shot
 He served me
Anger and machismo
And I drank greedily at 
The wet false courage
Leaving a silver dollar
From my bag of betrayal
On the scarred bar

The creed of any man 
Was at my side
Itching
To polish my tarnished honor
Soon, in the honesty of the sunlight
I'd turn words into actions
And one would fall
The other would stand
Legend and courage
Or so we thought
As we stretched our muscles
And muse 
To shoot at each other
For the amusement of others

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