: The Last Arrow 071
The Last End and I`m always second,
So much hanging on this arrow,
Easier said than done, a gold would clinch it now.
Draw back, Steady...Breath and loose.
Seconds feel like minutes, Boy did that feel good!
Fear to look? dismiss result, my God a Gold, a Gold?
The coolest shot I ever made in fifty years of moulding.
Philip Winchester
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