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Feb 20, 2024
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Target Practice
I was with a woman
some time ago, who wore her love
like a pistol on her hip.
With her suspicious heart for ammunition,
one inevitable wrong move by me
and I was going to be done for.
Pretty soon I stopped
trying to avoid her aim.
She had already put holes
where we needed to breathe.
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Style/Type: Free verse
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Comments
MermaidMaster
1 year 5 months ago
you’ve done it again!! Every
you’ve done it again!! Every poem I’ve read is far of yours has me transfixed. I love the metaphor you used here!
my favorite line is:
wore her love
like a pistol on her hip.
Thank you for sharing!
-MM
Michael Anthony
1 year 5 months ago
Very kind MM - thank you and
Very kind MM - thank you and appreciate your comments!
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Candlewitch
1 year 5 months ago
Dear Michael,
That is one smokin' Hot woman!!! keep her in front of you, let her take the lead, lol!
*hugs, Cat
*ever, eddy
Michael Anthony
1 year 5 months ago
Hahaha - accurate! Best
Hahaha - accurate!
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Geezer
1 year 5 months ago
So nice of her...
Yeah, they don't aim for killing shots or specific targets, they just squeeze off a few rounds ever so often, in the general vicinity of anything they think might be a threat. ~ Geez.
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Michael Anthony
1 year 4 months ago
Although, her aim was nothing
Although, her aim was nothing to be ignored - LOL! Thanks for stopping by Geez!
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