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The bell rang the BOYS ran

In front the greenish high up above the rainy sky

The screams aloud the faces proud

The living dreams some chuckling queens

That age so naive no effort to save

Some swings some slide a profound insight

Are v the one once absorbed that sun

V wink, its gone changing eons

We try to find what we have LOST.

10.9

Scanning the range with hope and speculation,

the commands echos in the distance "welcome shooter to the ----"

the silence prevails

with little streams of unheard respiration felt

the heart trying to jump out from inside

the preparation time when no one prepares

the sighter aligned for the pressure to release

the rifle picked up with grace and detail,

stance,grip,breath,alignment,

trigger pull,Zeroing,stability : for a fraction of a second,

the planned surprise shot.

follow through, disdain or a faint smile, .

the numeric on screen matching the expectation

the process continues

this is my spirit my game