Less fanciful fight
The war will be great they say in God’s grace to me one night
But, the fighter planes took off for a far from fanciful flight
For a beseeching cry for me to stay as I watched my birthday boy fly his kite
But, was woken early by her ‘hurry to’ or the general will bite
I dreamt of her for that nightingale night she was such a sorry sight
Photo of miss to show them just before the harrowing fight
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