77: Crooked Bow
Starting out
With a single
Angle
With
Dreams
Straight ahead
Till you
Picked me up
And
Tried me out
With
Your
Crooked bow
Falling short
Again
And again
After
Every
Pull
Back
All I can see
Is the view
In front of me
A thousand
New
Targets
With
A prize
In every pack
I’ll be
A hapless
Clown
Stunned
And
On the ground
After
You’ve been through
With
Your
Crooked bow
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