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Gun Berries

Took height as a gunman but not a terrorist,nor a hero,no harm to anyone my gun is innocent as I,do no harm gun my. A small piece of bamboo a through,the stick from Areca the trigger to push.A small wild berry cartridge to shoot with my gun. To a berry rolls into gun,the stick shoots to press.A sound together with smoke flows out.A thrilling experience my gun added to my youth to win. The wild berries aren’t wild as says, innocent not killing,these blue berries aren’t so why?

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