Half starved by the cold
or is it old age creeping in?
is time pulling the pin
on me?
will the crack shot shoot back
or accept his lot?
I have still got questions that
need answering
so
time's not
pulling the pin
on me yet.
This son of a gun has
love
keeping him young and
nothing creeps past me
that's going to outlast me
not yet anyway.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Half starved by the cold
or is it old age creeping in?
is time pulling the pin
on me?
will the crack shot shoot back
or accept his lot?
I have still got questions that
need answering
so
time's not
pulling the pin
on me yet.
This son of a gun has
love
keeping him young and
nothing creeps past me
that's going to outlast me
not yet anyway.
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