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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NOON The infantry open up for the cavalry At full horse power speed they attack Too late to use artilleries now But it made some horses tumble, about a fifty Six hundred horse ran to the infantry Infantry too late for squares ran to the cavalry They fired there muskets, brought down some sixty horses It was the time of the cavalry lances where release Unlike arrows it killed two at a time. The cavalry ran On the infantry. Head out of necks, arms out of scapulas, and legs out of hips. The whole army retreats, they send their whole cavalry Cavalry meets cavalry. One thousand lances released on a four hundred Horrible! Men were carried from horses to horses, lances Horse were raise up high, neighs turn to roars, lances Now nine hundred and fifty to sixty, the opposite retreat. The colonel seeing the sixty running ordered a chase. Fool! The opposite's Brigadiers laughs, he ordered his brigade To get ready. After their sixty drove in The infantry made squares. At their captain's orders. Salvo's were head, two thousand shots on a nine hundred and fifty. Sympathetic bullets entered heads and hearts horses tumbled They caused confusion, de-horse horsemen ran back. It was only a ninety that penetrated killing a forty Twenty horsemen retreated with wounds There was silence, scout men where sent to count losses
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