‘…at the O.K. Corral’
When that title pops up in my mind, it won’t leave. It keeps repeating itself.
It’s the rhythm, I guess.

But some days ago it sure was a gunfight right there.
Well, a fight.
And I was the only one who carried a weapon.
It was a massacre.
A slaughter of snails & slugs.

I hate them. & It’s about time they realize they should hate me too.

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