The Bullet Virus
Fired from a canine canine, I'm a bullet aimed at the brain.
Slowly & surely, I find my track, come sunshine or raging rain.
I swim and wriggle making my way,three inches every passing day!
Target I reach in a few weeks say,making sure of its deadly decay
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