Wind,
Taking aim,
Slides
Hair-trigger
Bursts;
Blows up,
Down,
Across,
In and
Out,
Somewhere
First. Its
Barrel is
Loaded, no
Need to be
Goaded;
Breeze
Follows on,
Stealing
Small
Bows.

rjw, 12/29/02


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