You are my elder
A mentor
I will wait
For the weathered leather
Of letters to
Salt the coffee canter!
I will watch as you
Pour the shots with sleepwalking measure!
I'm ready
Give me a beer, a gun, plenty of ammo,
Ten packs of chewing gum, and
I'll show you a barrel
Of undocumented antlers!
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