The Gun

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We all have one...

If it slips, you're done.

Some carry it deep within.

For some, it's just beneath the skin.

We all own one,

Let it slip, you're done.

Sound like fun?

Then just shun...

Everyone.

You'll see the result...

It's always the same.

It will always end...

With a bang!

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