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The regret of Mikhail Kalachnokov

Young Kalachnokov made an odd discovery, Odd because no beneficiary it had ever since. He complained over the dust of amount it brought into his purse as a bridegroom who would be served whine in pint by the in-laws at wedding party. The sound achievement brought him an ocean of reflections when he saw how tense-eyed became lads holding the AK-47, When he saw that they crawled like snakes (which move to bite), Forcing their fellows’ lives away, Forcing their fellows’ to become foes, Forcing their fellows to flee abodes and gardens around, The gardens he saw without care, And bitterly old Kalachnokov regretted he hadn’t made a lawnmower. Note : 1. Mikhail Kalachnokov was twenty years old when he made the fire weapon. 2. AK47 : A : Automatic ; K : Kalachnokov ; 47 : The year 1947  the automatic weapon was made by the man who gave it his name « Kalachnokov »
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Written by
mukeshimana-boniface
Rwandan
Published
Dec 24, 2013
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This text was penned on Monday. 23rd December 2013,   the day Mikhail Kalachnokov from Russia died.

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