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THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER
It's just a way of life
said the man with the gun,
you win it or you lose it
and when all is said and done.
But the odds and the favour
can be tipped from over here
by a warm winning smile
from a boy with no fear.
They say that respect
is a game hard won
but they can't see the smile
down the barrel of the gun.
The feather on the trigger
tipping...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 12:47 am
DID IT HURT LOL
FALLEN WARRIOR
Snapping wire whirling and curling in the airflow,
shot loose by enemy bullets. More punching holes
in varnished wooden wing struts, splintering
and shredding the very wood.
Thud, thud, thud as steel rain peppers
tight fabric fuselage, tearing
great holes and destroying the structure.
Big dragonfly wing, wing ribs visible
in the mor...
Sunday 11th September 2011 1:59 pm
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