The Hunter
Location
Out in the woods,
Shivering in the cold.
That does not bother him.
A noise,
What is it, a deer?
He pulls up his rifle.
He pulls the trigger.
The deer keeps walking.
The hunter forgot,
to load the ammunition.
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