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Toy Gun

Toy Gun First proper spring day time to dust the old scooter and visit places on roads few travel… Once I bought a toy gun- well, I was a child- it was shiny just like the one Hoppalong Cassidy wore, he wasn´t smoking but chewing gum instead. After two days I got bored and gave it to a boy in the neighbourhood. His mother brought it back, they were pacifists and any gun were bad. Parents do no always get their way, the boy became a general, and his mother addressed him as “sir.” My mother took the gun to the fish factory gave it to a poor woman who too had many children and a drunken husband, who later was arrested when trying to rob a bank with a toy gun.

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Date: 4/30/2013 6:45:00 AM
Nice poem. Enjoyed taking the time out to read a few of your poems which were all great.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 4/30/2013 7:06:00 AM
thank you Matthew
Date: 4/17/2013 9:08:00 AM
great story, well told! i enjoyed this...
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 4/17/2013 11:34:00 AM
thank you iLene
Date: 4/17/2013 7:27:00 AM
Did Hoppy chew gum? Must have been Gabby. When will there be toy gun control with limits? No one over six with a very short background check can buy one.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 4/17/2013 9:02:00 AM
and no more than hundred rounds of toy ammo

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