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Guerre

France, fascinating place of beauty and grace overwhelmed by a master and fascist race with a dagger in one hand and the other, a mace all who do not succumb to the iron fist by life’s hand they shall be missed. France, now a place of shock and fate twas this mean to be the countries state? The allies come in green marching band ready to strike at the fascist hand to make with us a noble and honoured stand

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Beata Agustin

Date: 6/30/2024 11:49:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/27/2016 7:42:00 AM

Constant Nicolet,Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@