The Duel
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There we stood, both side
by each, we had the same desire,
To win this competition
here, guns all set to fire.
The targets standing ready,
whistle soon to come,
What happened shortly after,
has me feeling rather numb.
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Julie Prosser fired first,
while I then fired two,
Fate then played a nasty
trick, nothing I could do.
One bullet from Australia,
as it hit there with a clang,
It came back, on another
path, just like a boomerang.
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I felt a little tingle then,
on the left side of my face,
Holstering my weapon there,
and standing right in place.
The trickle started quickly,
and soon became a gush,
Range staff running everywhere,
all in quite a rush.
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It did not take too long
for me, standing there in spot,
Guns and blood, could mean
one thing, Dammit!, “I’ve been shot”!
I walked around a little
bit, “just a scratch”, I said,
Everything went quickly
black, as more and more I bled.
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So here I sit in hospital,
twelve hours have gone by,
The Doctors have all told
me, I’m quite a lucky guy.
I wonder if they’ll operate,
under all the whisker hair,
To remove that pesky bullet
piece, stuck inside me there.
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Julie! I’m still kicking,
I’ll be back there one day soon,
Then we can have a showdown,
on the range there at high noon.
Next time give me warning,
so I won’t feel like a fool,
I really had no inkling
that, we were there to fight a duel.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk
00-04-11 (188)
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