Can You Put A Bipod On A Gamo

SHE WAS AN ANGEL

In a course

without end,

Vá She

without speaking.

all look

if She

laughs at the bar

A cigar and a flower,

She was not surprised. Pensive

stayed. Loco

turned,

which saw her.

Time passed,

everyone who smoked,

She alone, without

faso nothing,

flying so warm.

Worlds rare walked

did not know he was looking for

did not stop her.

The excessive simplicity,

staring,

losing a life.

All

happening in the bar.

Time,

letting.

His body

out of place.

More than one

doing sigh.

stopping smoking, looking

not imagine

She walked to the door,

and were flying.