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My son wrote this in school
My son wrote this in school for a grade he just turned 14
The last hunt In the cold of the new fallen snow Begins a brand new day In the warmth of the sunlights glow I sit and wait for my prey. The air is crisp and cold The last hunt of the year My aim is true and bold At last i harvest a deer. I found it in the trash my wife said he didnt like it. The teachers he has are supportive of him and his hunting he has taken 2 deer with a gun he is after one with a bow |
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