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Sighted Blind
My dog was hurt; he couldn't hunt,
and left me in the field
To wander into aimlessness,
my prey as yet to yield
His nose was gone; the point was lost,
the tracks turned right then wrong
My gun recocked but sighted blind
-all certainty had gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
and left me in the field
To wander into aimlessness,
my prey as yet to yield
His nose was gone; the point was lost,
the tracks turned right then wrong
My gun recocked but sighted blind
-all certainty had gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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