one day
papa bought me a
toy chopper
the body of the
chopper
spins with its
chopper and i
wonder
how if the passengers
would feel
well?
i wonder if papa
is just drunk why he
made such a choice
i was then five or six
at that time
and i think perhaps
i. more of,
needed a gun.
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