Step, stomp went the men
The men go marching by
Clip, clop when the horses
The horses heads held high
Bang, pop went the guns
The bullets flew on by
"No! Stop!" yelled the man
For he was doomed to die
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Tales Of A Poet
PoesíaA collection of poems add short stories, some with a bit of a dark tone, some lighthearted.
The Horses, The Men
Step, stomp went the men
The men go marching by
Clip, clop when the horses
The horses heads held high
Bang, pop went the guns
The bullets flew on by
"No! Stop!" yelled the man
For he was doomed to die
