Some Shel Silverstein. Because you know I love my subversives.
Arrows
I shot an arrow toward the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The clould fell dying to the shore,
I don't shoot arrows anymore.
Never
I've never roped a Brahma bull,
I've never fought a duel,
I've never crossed the desert
On a lop-eared, swayback mule,
I've never climbed an idol's
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