Inside Invincibility

Holster my pistol.

I’m not out to get

anyone.

I’m invincible

whether I know

it or not.

Others may take

a pot shot at

me.  Not that I

care or mind, but

I’m strong inside

so paper tigers

can not hurt

me.

Sheriffs’ retreat.

Let others fight

it out.

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