"My Flaming Arrow"

Sometimes I am on the up and up. Other times I'm just too down. Stretch and straining with the bow. I size up my well-planned shot. My flaming arrow has died and missed its mark. I know some, a thing or two. I'm not gonna break it down again. Wrap my heart in Styrofoam because it's too fragile this time. Slow down. When the bull stares just like taunting. I've got to hit the eye. I'm not running. This time it's hit or miss and die. Stare me down and shake my heart. My flaming arrow has missed its mark.

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