Poem...
There once was a girl named Christine,
who like the crossbow so much it was pristine...
She created our world in which we all cling,
so that we may talk about how our arrows sting...
Shes fair and shes balanced,
and will not tolerate any mismalance...
So beware when she smells it running a foul..
she be sure and snuff out the Sproul!!!
Take a hint buddy!!
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Hunting is like Marriage, you get out of it what you put in it. Sometimes you score and sometimes you don't, but its always fun going out!
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