its fresh air
its where
the cow walk
he talk
and like the pass
its like gas
eat from the barn
its
THE
FARM AND GRESS
ITS WAS A NICE DAY
this i can say
we layed
as the day began to fade
as time pass
the feeling was a real gas
we had
SEX IN THE GRESS
me and lover
like no others
loves the park
we make a start
to play i must say
when its hot our lot
is a real gas
to
LAY IN THE GRESS
it was a nice and hot
near a a lot
they call the park
it was like a chart
we when there fast
our minds had this task
it was passion SEX
ON THE GRESS
The end
No never
Battlefield scorched black
My soul to send
Forever
To eternity and back
My boots
Crush dust, and sand
My face so scarred
People loot
Take in said land
One by one I bombard
A husband lay
Locket in hand
Eyes still with frozen fear
There a menace is fray
Ripping locket with demand
Menace now bloody with tears
A soldier kind
Bullet in head
My friend before death
A grave I will find
A lovely bed
You save your one last breath
Through battle fires
I burn
I live with you, on shoulder
You’re my situation dire
My concern
My friend, brother, soldier
I find your love
Your house
Stained now as aspiration
Bombs came from above
Left not a mouse
We all died in formation
With found spade
We will assume
That we found life
I have to fade
I dug your tomb
Then pulled out my own knife
With these words I scream
My blood is shed
The world is now less
My honor, redeemed
My family fed
Remember me, I am Albet Gress
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