The sun is setting
Quiet
Your make up finished
The Psyche docs await their return
Street crazies stir
A menacing horse is mounted
Hopes of a warm bed
Loud speakers un noticed
Pan handling done
A hand held net cannon
Familiar trek back
Deafening horns terrify
Panic
You thunder into the frenzy
The Ape has a GUN!
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