In the vortex of
Passion wind
Sagacity down whirled
Trailing the drag
Trigger happy
I revelled.
With twisted arm
And broken bone
The hue from the passion
Out stroke and gone
Deposed from my throne
On a pile of mud
Ignominiously dumped on
I awakened anon.
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