Slim
Snarky, this one,
Never held a gun,
Yet slivers away
Each day, every way.
Lifting and clapping,
Smiles when napping.
Fortune has it,
Bite after bit.
Hitting the graze,
He kneels and prays.
Copyright © Charles Rutherford | Year Posted 2014
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