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My Trophy Thanks
</> wake up early and gather my gear
> With the hopes to shoot my trophy deer.
> On a mission I head out the door
> With bow in hand on this still, calm, morn
> I pull into my spot and head down the trail
> Further and further I made it along.
> Shhh what¹s that? What¹s that? A deer I hear?
> A deer, a deer, a deer over there
> I crouch down and take a knee
> Hoping soon I can take my dream.
> I unload my quiver and pull up my bow
> Pulling the string as gentle as so.