Deer hunting

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Deer hunting

Poem by: RJohnson

Genre: Horror

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Poem by: RJohnson

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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

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Submitted: October 21, 2007

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Submitted: October 21, 2007

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When my friend and I went deer hunting, I accidentally shot a doe.

If you're wondering if I got away with it, the answer is no.

It was a bad day for me to lose my glasses.

The game warden saw us and he kicked our asses.

We got the crap beat out of us even though it was two against one.

After beating us to a bloody pulp, he put a second hole in our butts with my gun.

We had to sleep on our stomachs for weeks, it was terrible to go through.

We went through all of that misery and we didn't even get some damn venison stew.


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