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Shoot Em Down

Shoot Em Down

Going off half cocked !!!
My spirit, you rocked !!!

Thought processes a mess ion.
Dangerous as a Smith & Wesson.

Tongue – explosive 45 caliber ammunition
tearing, ripping through to submission.

The flesh, the spirit of this old soul,
you cannot see, do not see, may not know

how much you have torn this spirit apart.
How it is experienced in this aged one’s heart.

Time’s passing has made it possible, not to be shocked
at the spirit, the soul, the heart  you have socked

with all that has become, you should never start.
I am blind, not to bright, but now is time to part.

And so my dear, I wonder ?, how will it end ???
In days to come, will I still be considered a friend ?

Or will I be considered your foe ?
Is this what I will come to know ?

B. J. “A” 2
April 16th 2004

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Kevin Leake Date: 12/4/2014 2:15:00 PM HI William, Nice write. enjoyed this piece of poetry. Cheers Kevin Login to Reply William J. Jr. Atfield Date: 12/6/2014 1:14:00 PM Good morning Kevin Leake : “ Nice write. ” Thank you Kevin, for thinking so and I am happy that you “ enjoyed this piece of poetry.” and that I was able to entertain and provide you with some pleasure . I have read some of your poetry and “ Land Of Snows ” captured me, as it took me back to October 23rd, when my ex – exotic – Chinese, Lover and I sat before the Dalai Lama for about four hours . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )