Sep 3
Step one two,
Go the little tin men.
Step one two,
In their marching shoes.
Step three four,
Down the gravel track.
Step three four,
Soldiers marching through the doors.
Step five six,
General keeps the men.
Step five six,
Lances and shields in the mix.
Step seven eight,
Red and gold embellish.
Step seven eight,
Tin soldiers walking late.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
