Alc Harris - Duel

Like cowboys we stood
Hands on our hips
Holsters at the ready
Blood on stretched, dry lips
Eye to eye
Looked you up... then down
Surveyed your form
With a thoughtful frown
Then loaded my gun
With words of pure lead
Intending to deliver them
Straight to your head
But I fumbled and lost
Grip and aim
As you spun your weapon
In a well worked game

Alc Harris

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