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A heist never tried before
Once upon a heist so dreary, while I held my ground, weak and weary,
Many a-SWAT came at me, carrying rifles, and pistols galore
While I battled, fought the hoard, a sudden pain, I was swiftly floored
A sharp pain, I now stored, my chest pounding, a pain I've never felt before
"’Tis some sniper." I muttered "Put a round in my armor -
Only this and nothing more".
But... distinctly I remember, by the window, Wolf my crew member;
Taking shots, aimed to dismember, such precision, just moments before
High or low, he cleared the street, I can't fathom a sniper on roofs so neat
Yet I lay, I am now truly beat, I see the shape, a shadow, in the far door
Armor thick, and weapon hot, the best of the best in the police corps
Only he and no one more.
Consider the facts:
Americans pay $2.1B to fight fires in parks and forests, almost 90% of which are caused by humans.
Wildlife in our parks are routinely relocated or euthanized due to conflicts with humans. The National Park Service cites human garbage as the origin of many of these unfortunate and unnecessary conflicts.
It was good to enjoy in the hands Dunn mom Haeju