Winkers Are Not Soldiers, Yet We Die
[with apologies to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae]
We are the winkers! Short days ago,
We played all night, until dawn's glow,
Squopped and were squopped: for here we go
In the Fields of Winks, to hop them low.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018
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