He walked by again
One hand around his daughter's
The other hovering near the butt of his gun
Sticking out from where he overflows
What does he fear so much that he
Feels the need to try to caress the
One thing he thinks he can count on to
Be hard in his hand and
Shoot straight when he handles it
In a class full of children
Gathered to dance?
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