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| Shotgun Method |
One of these ideas
One of these resumes
One of these jobs
One of these women
Surely
Surely
out of all the countless pitches I’ve made
One of them
Somewhere
Just one of them
Would’ve worked.
A hit
A single solitary salient success
I stained the air with pellets of effort
And hit nothing
But utter failure
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