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Sep 2020
Legs of iron rode men of nonsense
and bullets flew by squealing
and swearing 'bout the target's
low value
Of re-entry and skidding to a halt
i'm certain
i will be thrown out here
for some purpose
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
42
   Eshwara Prasad
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