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By Jack Joseph Smith
Not There:
In a second I saw a shotgun swivel
It was in a swish
Thought I only to fly
Didn't though,
even if I could
Had to be belonging to it
Couldn't leave the ending
Shot and shell
To much rhyme in the air
Nothing deliberate
Just a way in and a way out
Silence and sorry for sorrow
Some excape strong
as steel on the shoulders
is that an ackkowledgement,
Well I saw the law
Just shut the door
Ticket tape in
The Morning