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Gun Addicts Despair

Gun addicts sad and looking glum No lives were lost to guns today - No tallies to add to their sums, No reaper swaths with lives to pay. A somber day - a losing streak, Gun addicts dressed in mourning black - Exchanging messages so bleak And cursing this unseen setback. Death didn't take a holiday But, bullets took a day-long pass While gun addicts just pined away And hoped this delay wouldn't last. Yes, longing when the good old days Brought suffering at their behest - Gun addicts would soon hope to raise The flag of mayhem, now at rest. Ah well, a time to hoard a store Of guns and bullets for the fray - As gun addicts prepare once more To shatter lives another day. -------------- Obsession: Abettors: The pervasive "need" When lawmakers pass for firearms demonstrates Third permissive gun laws do they World mentality. abet homicide?

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