04-25-2009, 08:51 PM
[Kidalanna seems to perceive that your poem is about war?]
He's done it for his family,
The family that is starving,
Although it's been done naughtily,
For him a headstone they're carving.
The baker's bread was missing,
A farmer lost a chicken,
His wife he's no longer kissing,
By friends the man was stricken.
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