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My Feet

by smallsun

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Oct 2002 · 4 comments

There were battles in my country, there were trees which didn't protect houses. My uncle in one house, me in the other a shotgun in my uncle's house, the sound of a falling body. I run inside the shadows my feet protect me.

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[7] -=SeTTle=- 29-Oct-02/10:06 PM Reply
What are you armenian
[8] Nicholas Jones 30-Oct-02/2:13 AM Reply
There were battles in my country, too, but not since 1745.
[5] <~> 30-Oct-02/7:07 AM Reply
where can i get a pair of protective feet like that, and why didn't you lend them to your uncle?
[7] Christof 30-Oct-02/7:38 AM Reply
How did your feet protect you? Are they large and cast from iron?