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Oct 2013
He throws the ball in the air
And shoots his green arrow
Perfectly through the centre
Of the bright yellow tennis ball.
Pinning it to the large concrete wall,
With such speed and precision,
Like a bullet from a gun.
He does this over and over,
To perfect his archery skills,
Not as a hobby but to save people's lives.
Oliver is different from you and I,
He spent 5 years on an island,
That changed him forever.
His goal in life is to honour his father,
And protect his city
From those who poison it.
He is Oliver Queen
He is the hood
He is Green Arrow.
Nicole Fraser
Written by
Nicole Fraser  Wellington, Nz
(Wellington, Nz)   
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