Platoon Of Bullets
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James McLain
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What am I doing here.
She and the others just fall.
Into the line of bullets.
Some of the others
they seem to hide
in front of the barrel.
In a platoon full of woman.
But I'm not.
Through the slats I look up.
Where most,
are uniform in size.
The rest of the pie is hot.
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