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Sitting with You

Clean the slide
Oil the rig
Conceal
Hide
Any moment can be big

Many bullets fly
Whizzing past my ear
Ringing out the blast
Coming from the rear

There is no training
Who can train for this
The thirst it brings
Bores life to no end

When i sit with you
You are as sick as me
In love with the violence
But also with the peace

Somehow a night
Or morning with us two
Can never bore
Better than facing a .22

I often think of you
Laughing as i shoot
It keeps me alive
With steady hand and boot.
unknownbugger
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