There once was a shooter in snow
Always wondered where his pellets would go
Then one sunny day
It all melted away
And all his pellets hit the target just so
Bored....can you tell
Never shot in snow...fancy it.
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There once was a shooter in snow
Always wondered where his pellets would go
Then one sunny day
It all melted away
And all his pellets hit the target just so
Bored....can you tell
Never shot in snow...fancy it.
..."My son," said the Norman Baron...."The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite. But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right"...
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