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out pigeon shooting
but i never liked the kill
it was the loaded twelve bore
on my arm gave me the thrill

and at a later time
with real weapons of war
shooting on the range
thrilled me even more
to see a target marked
with every shot a hit
very closely grouped
maybe straying just a bit

maybe after the recoil
taking  too hasty aim
but all things considered
not a bad  just the same
and using other arms
the stirling and the bren
submachine gun speed
the  adrenilin rush again

now many  years later walking
past old Billy Bulson's farm
remembering when i walked
broken  twelve over my arm

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