We marched in hessian (u worn it?) potato sack - soldiers, smile, lads 'Click-clack' sort of thing I can send right back that's the spirit, who's screaming? Shoot him, can't huh let them huh, find, our track. Smiles down in muddy gloop, we listened without hearing, felt.....
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LP45 says: Nice work. |
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Flora$$$ghostw12 says: Thanks |
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The Immortal Wize says: DEEP!!! |
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Flora$$$ghostw12 says: Thanks ur poems are the style I like |
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