The Shot
The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got
I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short
And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot
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