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Inspired By the Brave
It took a little while
Through blood stained tears,
Through mile upon mile;
His gut lined shears.
My eyes once shined
With love so graced;
My eyelids lined,
My heartbeat raced.
But now I see
With eyes grown dim,
What could not be
While lulled by him.
His cheap precept.
His hollow heart.
His tears not wept.
His stinky fart.
Copyright ©
Glenda S Ketchuck
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