Heavy Weapon Poems - Poems about Heavy Weapon

...I was blessed to have born in the good old USA and adopted at age thirteen. Blessed to have been brought up in a beautiful small town surrounded by great mountains, and grass of the color of eme......

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...I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen. When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mec......

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