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Dragoons
Scraping the valley floor leaping skyward like a large locust prepared for war Thunder’s neck turns nostrils spewing glory Fiercer than dusky wolves that are hoary Flying like an eagle swift to devour while the dragon’s breath shows its fire power The thundering hand of death ripping flesh Breaking bone regarding not they do thresh This flying army with boots on the ground Is the first eyes you meet a hellish hound
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John Beam
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