Tiny little soldiers playing in the sand
The enemy is fairly even as far as weapons stand
Strategies flying around trying to win the war
After this they'll go to town to the general store
To get supplies for the victory
For the enemy ran away
They prepare the feast for their independence day
After many tiny little soldiers fell to the ground.
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My Secret Tears
Poetryits just a bunch of poems i wrote in high school, which i may add to over time
