Locked & Loaded GunA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about first times.Locked & Loaded Gun My first time to have a locked and loaded gun pointed at me was no fun, It was by my sweet Hun. He wanted my wedding ring and for me to run. To this day, him I still shun. Used to think of guns as a fun pun, now I see why rabbits run! © 2010 Marie Harrison |
StatsAuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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