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a pheasant's flight falls short a firework feathers a lone report, no reply cold and wrapped up and released a recurring black-eye in the east you deny now we're strangers in the midst of a plot with all-too-familiar twists why should I? dogs are barking kids are swearing fire hydrant's pouring out the side delivery trucks with engines running doubled parked while traffic can't decide I wish I was a photographer with a camera that would never tell a lie two crescents in a sling two halves that make a ring to divide now we trade these sorry blows two fighters who should have retired years ago but can't say goodbye |