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Riddle Poem

by Eli Shepherd (answer below)

Placed in a room with 5 others
Our companions dead
We have no mothers
We're all 45 years old
We're all very cold
1 by 1 we are destroyed
Nothing but our bodies left
The ones still there are nearly deaf
Oh God I'm next
I hear it come
Oh God where is my home
By then it's too late
I'm dead and gone with the others
And here come 6 more
They too have no mothers

 

 

Answer: Bullets/Colt 45 Handgun