His sharp eyes hardly missed
to shoot any flying skeet,
he enjoyed enticing dames
disguising them with his tricks

Until one day,
when his vision got blurred
by a lady’s fleeting soul,
and since that day
he was never the same,
neither in parts nor in whole

He tried many times
but never once
he could bring back his old stance
despaired, all he desired now
was to be the skeet,
for her eyes to behold his writhe soul

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