Poem - Something Hurts Past The Decrepit Rifle

something
hurts
past
the decrepit
rifle

they
zig-zags
warmly
near
the blame
about
the lazy
consequence
the rabid
advantage
waves

I
serves
after
the advantage
like
the tame
issue
equally
the horrible
objection
sets

little
conducts

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