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i wonder

if little boys

still plink at tin cans

with their daisy red ryders

plink

or maybe plink

at an empty brown bottle

that once held

pabst blue ribbon beer

i wonder if they plink

and plink

and plink

until they plink the life from a sparrow

and if some little boys

put away 

their daisy red ryders

forever

while others

graduate to m sixteens

or whatever it is

they use today to plink at people

and if some little boys

put away their daisy red ryders

and pick up tomb raider

and dream of laura croft

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