Starting Pistol Poem by Phil Soar

Starting Pistol



I left before it started, I don't know where It began
I held a starting pistol in the palm of my left hand
I pointed it into the sky, and fired into space
And hit a passing pigeon in the middle of it's face

Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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