Bullet I remember this one time. I must have been about nine. I was left to grow out my own vine. I found some bullets of a lethal kind. Im not really sure just why, But I took them outside. Set them down and found The biggest rock I could find. Held it above my head and let it fly. Smash a bullet, I will try....... Nothing happened. I remember a trickle of fear. But excitement more near. I picked up that rock And gave it all I got. This time for sure, My aim is so pure... Nothing. Third times a charm. I windmilled my arm. Through the air the rock sang And it was then.... BANG! I had finally found my mark. The lead ricocheted off with a spark. I smiled in satisfaction. Then covered the tracks of my actions. Christopher Allen Breidinger ©2015
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 21:06:38 +0000
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