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Autumn Moonlight in a patchy sky
clouds hiding the tears she cried
The day was filled with death and tears
Well this story gets told year after year
The bad rewarded with fame galore
While the Good remembered for lighting our world
In this instance it was he parked to close and words exchanged
lead to fist and words of rage
the victor triumphantly struts out banter
as the looser reaches for the reactor
6 shots and all was still
in the distance sirens fill
and hey before you close can I get my 99 cent refill.
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