Roped In - Poem by Timothy Branch
Riding one out of the shoot, the rider is intent on roping one in. The target runs as an unrestrained one should but there lurks a rider in the midst. His mode of transport hints at one sport but there's another game and its target has your name. A rope is his weapon. What's my weapon? This message is your weapon now that you know the game.
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