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[aid] => mick
[title] => Before A Hundred and One
[time] => 2004-05-11 10:41:30
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[bodytext] => Before my grandpa turned a hundred and one, he taught me how shoot a gun. I made a promise to him that night; I’d only use my gun for right. My dear old grandpa has now passed on, I am thankful for our very close bond. Now I stand here in confusion and puzzlement, my family lies dead all here in the tent. I feel so sorry for the S.O.B who has killed my family. I have spent my total life to find the punk who killed my wife. After years of heavy search I found this man near the church. I beat the living mess out of him, and told of his life nearing the end. I took out my gun and pressed it to his head, he stared back at me with fear and dread. Amongst all the anger I couldn’t pull the trigger, because I thought of the promise I made that night. I gave that man to the police, and went home in silent peace. The death of my family has been avenged, and now I can sleep once again. Now, every time I look at my gun, I remember that promise to I made to grandpa before he turned a hundred and one. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bitson_2005 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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