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Be silent as the hill
Run deeper for the kill
Every day I load my gun in
Vain, with Robin at my heels
I hear... yes! Distinctly I can hear
The warning call of a deer, beneath a
Yellow tree, where his eyes finally meet me
With this 100th poem, Brevity has come to a close (sighs). I'd like to thank each one of you for your constant support! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did while writing it. If you spot any error or have any suggestions, feel free to comment or pm me anytime.
If you liked this book, you might be interested in my book — Master. It follows a similar format.
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