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Nov 2020
Agent,
you've been made
lost and disavowed
all those villains
with each and every agenda
that ever boasted loud
who sought to end you
and plotted to overtake
through and through
attempted to conquer,
****, break, and harm
fell prey to your presence
and could not assassinate your charm.

James,
no more
to be shaken or stirred
a mortal man
replaced by God's eternal number.

Bond,
even now as the clock hands stretch
and reach past eleven
they will never catch you
you've done your job well
you have disappeared forever
so rest in peace---
007.
Andrew Layman
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