Russian Roulette
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David Wood
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The day fast approaches
That may morph into the
Usual drunken bacchanal
Of previous celebrations
This time with the additional
Fun game of Russian roulette
As a blue mist hovers beneath
A full and frosty onion moon.
A mist waiting silently to lay
Claim unsuspecting souls.
A game not worth playing.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş