Stand
Off
At high noon,
I walked out of the
saloon,
onto the deserted street
I saw him with his hand to
his holster,
and as quick as a snake he
shot,
again and again
Silver bullets pierced my
heart.
As my body fell, he
laughed,
just stood there and laughed
and laughed.
By Alfie P - Year 9
Poem inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's poem 'Quickdraw'
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