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A GIN & TONIC ARMEGEDDON When the lights are low Which way will it go? Words are her weapons I am her deadly foe. Will it be a full frontal assault? All guns blazing Teeth like A.K.47s Going a rat a tat tat. Will it be sniper mode? Scoping me with sarcasm Shooting me With a single bullet of sardonic wit Suddenly!! Over the top of the sofa Comes a verbal hand grenade Words like shrapnel Blasting my thoughts away. At least it hasn't come to hand to hand Well Not yet! |
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