To a Hunter one must fallA Poem by SmittyJasThe hunter and the huntedDead Eye Works in the midday sun Seeking the hunted with a gun The hunted do not think it's fun To be hunted by the hunter's gun In the wilderness the hunter seeks to kill man or beast Sometimes he is off his mark and some bystander gets shot This is why I don't hunt It could be the hunter Would become the hunt.
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Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 |

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