guns

you come in many formsteel,rubber and watereven in airwhen children play and gophew phew phewwith their duck lips  and allbut you are notonly to killbut you are to save when troublescome or notbut problems ariseswhen everythinggoes wrongso as for nowwater gun is enough till dawn -Ana Taka 

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