Forward Poetry competition closes 28th March love is in the air .... over here, over there, here we come chums get your guns; kill the huns! Once in a lifetime comes a chance lke this... over he hills and far away his kiss was lost in a bluebell mist i raised my fist and drank deep sleep, weep. He has gone my loving man to shoot with blood new fields to shield new rising hopes from slopes of death to landslide falls. The calls of those whose need to rule pools of everlasting blood. ....( to be improved!)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 10:17:19 +0000
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