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Just One Shot

He needs just one shot,
Gunning from times that change,
Smoke drifts looking down on us.
We see his profession, tall manners
Of a tall story, one accusation is all.

He was tired, sitting in the smoke,
Reminders of sin had parted,
On the housed parts, their harnessing.
A tiring man was tired himself,

Tiny voices strangely timed themselves,
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