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The Shot

This bow stands ready at my hand,

Arrow nocked and goal in sight,

Tensioned limb and tensioned sinew,

Ready to release in flight,

A whistling shaft of devastation,

Through the dark unending night,

To its intended destination,

I pray fly swift, fly true, fly right.

◄ The River

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