You dont have to dress more approachable
To not afflict the shy.
Red coats and revolutionaries - both
Draw out a white-flagged eye.
Their best tactic, dodging what, no bullet
Leaves for line of fire's trace.
Tremors, like orders, insinuating
They are to cede a space!
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