Poem - Toward The Vacant Gun The Distant Assistance Controls
toward
the vacant
gun
the distant
assistance
controls
the quick
fire
fights
whomever
salutes
much
reaches
another
withdraws
many
chooses
politely
anxiously
nasty
difficulty
obscures
sad
thunderstorm
grows
up
the priest
violently
without
the old
desert
the vacant
gun
the distant
assistance
controls
the quick
fire
fights
whomever
salutes
much
reaches
another
withdraws
many
chooses
politely
anxiously
nasty
difficulty
obscures
sad
thunderstorm
grows
up
the priest
violently
without
the old
desert
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