Unquaking the Duck
Code-ical echoes rise with the dawn
On yellow reeds tobacco smoked fog
Aged and stained the hunter waits
Whiskey breath with bullets cold
Quak quak then pop pop is heard
Duck for dinner is just around the corner
Just past the rifle barrel as it unloads
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