Short Luxembourg Poems

Let me tell you about this girl, 
this girl from Luxembourg who live in the middle of nowhere.
Hair in a bun, golden blonde.
Her smile shines that light up her eyes.
Gentle strong healing hands, you'd wish you're a dog, a cat or a cadaver in a medical lab just to feel her touch.
The troubadours would fall on their knees for this indescribable beauty.
And those who can't read knows she is a poetry....

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The night was not so silent, not for the soldiers at Bastogne.
'T was just before Christmas when they had to fight surrounded and alone.
"The crossroads cannot fall, " was the order to be upheld.
The winter owned the elements, but courage in hearts held. 
"Nuts!" replied the commander, when he was demanded to surrender.
Even today, December '44 is etched in the things we remember.
The US, Belgium, and Luxembourg remember this together....

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