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The sadness of the tin-soldier

The sadness of the tin-soldier The little tin-soldier was crying He didn’t understand Why there was always fighting Here on carpet-land He aimed his gun to fire But purposely he missed The little tin-soldier was crying Cos he was a pacifist He didn’t like going to war To fight and then destroy He just wanted picnics And to play with other toys He would love to drive in cars Or be in teddys gang But then he saw a soldier So he aimed and shouted bang You got me now you dirty rat The other soldier said He then fell off the old chair arm And landed on his head He moaned a lot with oohs and aaars And laid there slowly dying I’m sorry so sorry said the tin-soldier man And again he started crying

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Date: 7/8/2018 8:32:00 PM
Robert.. Tonight, the mountain sky is clear. In a few hours the stars will tease me with their winks. The twilight is for your poem, and it's as enjoyable as the coming sunset!
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