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how i learned to shoot a gun
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grandpa stood behind me
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as i crouched
 2
with my forearms rested
 3
on his father's
 4
headstone.
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breath out slowly
 6
and squeeze the trigger
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between heartbeats,
 8
he said.
 9
 
 
took me
 10
two boxes of shells
 11
but i finally drilled
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my first
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ground-squirrel.
 14
 
 
good day for plinkin',
 15
the sheriff pulls
 16
into the small cemetery
 17
on a hill
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and calls to me
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from his window,
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got a permit
 21
for that
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pistol?
 23
 
 
no sir
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i don't.
 25
 
 
hey,
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you're fiester's grand-kid
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aintcha'?
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yea.
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hell,
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i ain't gonna
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ticketcha',
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but you best get a' permit
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if you're gonna fire that thing
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outside a'
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benton county.
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yes
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sir.
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he pulls on
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out.
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i take my flask
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from my jacket
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pocket.
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hit a double pinch
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and reload the chamber
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before putting my forearms
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back down on
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grandpa's stone.
 48

19 May 07

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Arkansas
 — unknown

Pelican taught me how to shoot.
-Joel-
 — HTSA

33, no a'.

rest dont touch.

good poem.
 — jumpoline

jump, htsa,

thanks for reading.

jump,  i used a' because the sheriff pronounced "a" like "ahh"

justin.
 — unknown

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