Playtime In Sarajevo

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Playtime in Sarajevo
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When the boys found the rifle
They picked it up and gazed along
The barrel to the sight
They smelled the muzzle until
Their nostrils filled
With the acrid stench of cordite
"Perhaps it belonged to the enemy
Used to raze our town
And slay the carpenters daughter"
"Don,t be silly" scoffed Victor
"It is one of ours, beides she was killed by a mortar"
Eventually they argued for ownership
They tugged at the deadly prize
"it,s mine" snarled the bigger one
"No no I spied it first," said the small one
As he swore and pulled the trigger.;