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By blakey Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.21.10.30754]] |
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Building to building, for cover I run A sniper I elude, but not armed with a gun Hiding in shadows, freedom only in dark He’s seeking out targets in the shape of a heart Over my shoulders, I constantly glance A deranged William Tells’ target, nary a chance Wounds still recovering from his last hostile assault Flashbacks of undying love still haunt my minds thought Is there no safety from this cherub traveling by wing? Perchance he should have a taste of his own medicine To fall head over heals, stomach queasy and nerves all edgy Or have someone grab onto his diaper and give him a Valentines wedgy! |