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At the gun range
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For Print 2 My bored and tired mind
required some soothing
so I decided to try my hand
at clay shooting
off to the gun range, I went
vowing not to return
until the last cartridge was spent
"Pull", I yelled, and
heaven bound, the disc surged
I pulled the trigger, but alas
my aim, and the target
they widely diverged
no matter if I launched
from points A, B, or C
the pellets missed their mark
by a wide degree
Consumed by self-loathing
and considerable disgust
I found that my aim, I could
no longer trust
I was indeed at the point
of utter dejection
when there came a moment
of self-reflection
I decided there could be no harm
in some innovation
perhaps all I lacked
was proper motivation
so imagining the discs to be
faces of foes old, and new
I fired again, and presto!
my aim was no longer askew
as disc after disc
shattered to pieces
my self-esteem inched up
by radices
