My moody quiet, withdrawn man,
So few words given to your family.
Does not see the soil around the toilet
But can pick out a gunstock nick at two
hundred yards away.
Cares not for life beyond a gun's eye view.
Yet we compliment each other
You are the peanut to my butter,
Peach in my cream,
Love
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