That's a cool poem, thanks for sharing!
It's been a few years, but I'm still kickin. Here's a poem.
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Hot Hands and Zyn cans
Help stem the shivers
Still got all my arrows
In the damn quiver
Three days and nights
In frost, mud, and snow
Maybe a chance I might
Bag a buck with my bow
Saw a convention of bluejays
Squirrels gnawing on nuts
Chipmunks running down the way
And a doe escaping the rut
Last night, stars began to wink
Not a buck did I ever find
I’ll tell you what I think
I had a damn good time.