Last day of April
forecast for snow
plane in the hanger
no place to go,
Up at this latitude
seasonal discordance
considering the use
of Alaska ordnance,
My big Smith & Wesson
a six-pack of cans
blast the fuckers
to distant lands,
Drink a few beers
call you, inquire
if you'd like some action
one more gun to fire ...
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