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The gun is loaded,
The hammer cocked.
I'm ready to fire,
Don't look so shocked.
If only you knew,
If we had talked,
Maybe I wouldn't be here,
I would have balked.
This idea of mine,
On which I am now locked.
I guess I've said my piece,
On death's door I have knocked,
Knocked,
Knocked.
Tom Stanley
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