Doc Holliday Poem

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Doc Holliday, a name known far and wide,
A gunslinger and gambler, with a swaggering stride.
Born in Georgia, raised in the South,
A man of quick wit, and a skilled gun's mouth.
John Henry Holliday, a dentist by trade,
But the wild frontier was where he played.
With a thin frame and a deadly gaze,
He earned a reputation in those lawless days.
In the town of Tombstone, in Arizona's land,
Doc found himself, with a gun in hand.
He joined the Earp brothers in a feud so grand,
The infamous gunfight at the O.K. Corral, firsthand.
A loyal friend to Wyatt Earp, his comrade in arms,
Doc fought alongside him, facing life's harms.
But his health was failing, tuberculosis took its toll,
A constant battle, taking its toll.
Doc Holliday, a man of contradictions,
A gambler, a fighter, full of convictions.
A legend of the Wild West, a flawed anti-hero,
With a legacy that lingers, even as time's arrow.
His life was short, but his name lives on,
In tales of gunfights and deeds long gone.
A complex figure, a man of his time,
Doc Holliday, forever remembered in Western rhyme.