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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The game ranch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We went to visit my cousins<br>on their game ranch<br>and you hated it there<br>although every thing<br>was very comfortable<br>and you were well cared for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What had set you off? <br>I still do not know, <br>but at breakfast you were already furious<br>although everybody<br>danced to serve and entertain you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it the hunting tales <br>of the previous night <br>around the blazing big fire, <br>or the bush hog<br>that the Spaniard boasted <br>about killing, <br>which almost smashed him<br>of which his wife<br>had taken a video? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the shooting range<br>some cool drink tins were set<br>and you didn’t want any help from me<br>and didn’t really listen<br>to the instructions from my cousins, <br>closing your eyes with every shot<br>that you took with the pistol<br>and missed every target by a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at the nine-millimetre pistol<br>with its missing front sight<br>and both my cousins smiled<br>as if conspiring with each other<br>and I clasped both hands together<br>in a well taught military hold<br>and your eyes went big, <br>almost popping out of your head<br>while the row of tins<br>was shot off<br>in what sounded like almost one shot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On instruction I shot at the fallen tins<br>letting them jump into the air<br>until the magazine was empty<br>and the cousins <br>put matches standing up on bricks<br>and gave me a old.303 rifle<br>with an open sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I aimed carefully before pressing the trigger<br>and shot those matches down<br>and on your face<br>there was a frown<br>and even before we left<br>to go hunting<br>with some trackers<br>you looked at me<br>as if I had turned into a killer<br>and was going to shoot <br>at every living thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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on their game ranch
and you hated it there
although every thing
was very comfortable
and you were well cared for.

What had set you off? 
I still do not know, 
but at breakfast you were already furious
although everybod..."></div>
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