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I had my rifle, I had my gun It was no trifle, it was no fun I needed meat, I neede skin Said in my heat, let me begin Then in the woods I found the trail And soon I saw a bushy tail I felt the rush, I felt the fun And this my crush had just begun I lifted up my loaded gun My soul said stop, no not this one Yet shoot I did, and did him kill The beast I hit, for good or ill And having killed the mighty beast, My pockets filled as for a feast I thought, what power is in my hand To pluck this flower from off the land And as I ate of it, I thought Did he feel hate? ’Twas just a sport I didn’t mean to do him harm I had no spleen, my soul was calm Well, I said sorry and then went on Why should I worry, ’twas only fun, I cooked my meal, and had my feast ’Twas no big deal, look, ’twas a beast | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2015-06-27 16:24:12 |
so you changed the headline, huh?
First; your english is excellent!
Second; I live i Copenhagen, my family used to rent a cabin in the swedish woods; I've accidentally met a few mooses / elks (they're very shy, so I don't think one tracks them), they don't have bushy tails on them, and they're very big creatures, not to be eaten up like overnight ;)
sincerely ...
First; your english is excellent!
Second; I live i Copenhagen, my family used to rent a cabin in the swedish woods; I've accidentally met a few mooses / elks (they're very shy, so I don't think one tracks them), they don't have bushy tails on them, and they're very big creatures, not to be eaten up like overnight ;)
sincerely ...
| Poetry Writer | 2015-06-27 17:29:04 |
And yeah I couldn't make up my mind about that headline..
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Thanks for your good advices and nice compliment:)