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Fugitives, Paris 1632

we stood
were well

you pushed 
I fell

they came
I hid

she ran
I did

they chased
I stopped

she turned
I dropped

they shot
I died

she fled
I sighed

they went
her too

I died 
for you

.. I died
.. for you

you used
me too

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Bill Baker Fan

November 16, 2023 at 3:47 PM

a soulful footle, Clive. I echo Sara…you could win the contest.

Clive Culverhouse

November 16, 2023 at 11:03 PM

Thank you for your time in reading my poem Bill

Christuraj Alex

November 9, 2023 at 6:41 AM

".. I died .. for you you used me too" - A very beautiful footle.

Clive Culverhouse

November 9, 2023 at 6:50 AM

I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment, thank you

Ink Empress

November 9, 2023 at 3:37 AM

Oh my those lines “ i died for you” and “ you used me too” thats soul hitting! I can feel the depth of what you’ve expressed there! A brilliant and moving footle loved reading this

Ink Empress

November 9, 2023 at 3:46 AM

Ah you should enter it into the contest “ new poem” i think will do very well. Amazing you did this without knowing what a footle is . Love it

Clive Culverhouse

November 9, 2023 at 3:42 AM

I must thank you deeply, it was only by reading your footle a couple of days ago that I realised this poem that I wrote in 2019 was a footle!! It's inspired by one of my favourite books The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas. So thank you, and for you very supportive words.

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