You're nocking
arrows on the
wrong side
With the fletch
tickling your shoulder,
you're all tangled
Straighten yourself
take a breath
close your eyes
Feel that bow
loosely held
in your left hand
You only get
one chance to let go,
to make the shot,
now everyone's watching
That bowstring
won't catch on
your leg
Let it fly, oh
nock it true,
and let it fly
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