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Steel Challenge

To be in the red is a glorious feeling, If fleeting, I have my moment of victory Numbers where less is more and red, Red, RED flows like liquid love Ever so pleasing to mine eyes. Practice, practice everyday All my practice has not been in vain Joy, Joy, JOY for the victor Driven to suceed, through the Explosion, gray smoke and gun powder

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Date: 9/18/2009 3:59:00 PM
Nice free verse Doris, i passed my shooting skills exams in the Navy, i was so chuffed>>James
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Date: 9/10/2009 4:54:00 AM
Thank you for sharing a little of yourself today in your writing Doris. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/9/2009 8:06:00 PM
in my youth we had a pistol range in the basement of our house! and Dad (Marshall Goff) would let me and my older brother shoot his heavy military pistol! lol!!! when we got older and before we sold the house, my brother and I would look at the surrounding wall and find bullet holes as far away as 10 feet! HA! ...Dad always would say..good shot Jamesy!
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Date: 9/9/2009 7:12:00 PM
I dont shoot guns but i have an appreciation for good shooters and i'm shure that comes with a lot of practice.......nice write
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Date: 9/9/2009 1:08:00 PM
Hummm... Doris, This one is perplexing. "red,Red, RED flows like liquid love." Is someone going into debt buying wonderful things for you? OR are you overspending on someone you love? Or do you love spending so much that the only way you can stop is to go out on the range and target practice... hitting a center painted red every time... thus, bringing joy even in the hardest of hardest economic times... I do like thinking. Thanks for sharing today. Always, Dane
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Date: 9/9/2009 12:59:00 PM
Some might think the red is blood. I am glad that you are good at this target practice. Keep writing and target practicing. Mom
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