Weapon

Weapon

A Poem by Baby Ricochet

I can handle a weapon
It's not in my pants
Don't get that confused.

© 2013 Baby Ricochet


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Ha!
"This is my weapon(actually, rifle), this is my gun. One is for fighting...
Ah hell, you know the drill."

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Oh yeah. They don't do that one in basic anymore but I know it
;-) Never. You're not the type of man who would ever use it as a weapon. I'd love to watch you handle a gun, though...something damn sexy about that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Ha! thanks Kimmer
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

Always my pleasure.
How deceiving.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Gotchya!
HAHAHA! Actually before I read this, I thought you were going to write about THAT weapon (because I read most of your work and most go like this) I laughed my head off thinking... how did he know I'd think that??!! :))

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lay your weapon down, put your hands in the air and don't breathe!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Ha! Cute
Corset

11 Years Ago

sometimes, sometimes dangerous ha ha
LOL! Never a dull moment with you!

Posted 11 Years Ago


We know you can Baby and no one is confused about that.
Cute write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love it. Is that Haiku?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Naa. Just me dickin around with my phone
ha! Il try.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on February 16, 2013
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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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