Stamping
¶ 1
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Some people know no greater pleasure,
than stamping
on others.
¶ 2
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I’ve faced this sort
in a shootout.
Each so desperate to send me
the wrong way,
that they lose
sight of their goal.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And miss it.
¶ 4
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True, I never got a hand to it,
fingertips scrabbled in vain,
reaching out towards nothing
more in hope than expectation.
¶ 5
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But I didn’t even have to
stop
the shot,
for it was well off the mark.
¶ 6
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Hang your head, step back,
my friend,
you’ll not stamp on me this day.
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