Jim Freeman
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Four at Thirty

Self doubt
The enemy of shooting ducks
The lead too hesitant
Five yards at thirty
or is it four

Hesitancy
Crafting lines, maybe ill conceived
as though conception in itself
is ever ill
But it may bark, instead of sigh

All this shit impedes
No time for imposition
Hunting words or waterfowl
it's either in or out
Four yards at thirty

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