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Seven Generations Down
He had hoped to be a doctor
his way of redressing the balance
he gave it his best
for a while
before his focus wandered
people would hear his name
would say
“Like the gun!”
as if it meant something
something good
he would smile politely
change the subject
he once told me the truth
that Colt's blood pumped through him
seven generations down
there was money in his family
though he preferred to make his own
he didn't watch the news
had never even held
the gun that bore his name
Thrush's Song: Project
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