Doc looked out at the desert around,
Gently kicking the dirt on the ground,
He thought he was free and could live a normal life,
One that was not filled with violence or strife,
But boy was he mistaken,
When in the hot sun a part of him had to awaken,
The part that he thought he had hidden away,
Had to come out on this day,
To helps his friends to win the fights,
That would secure them a spot in Mexico within the next couple nights.
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Young Guns Imagines, Preferences, and Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of a bunch of different stories, poems, and preferences about the Young Guns movies. I want to make it clear that I do not own anything from these movies. Neither the characters and storyline are mine in any way, nor are the pi...
