From long time friends to bitter foes
From boon companions to friends estranged
The cute little redhead accomplished that
but it was nothing she'd prearranged
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The moans and screams of dying men;
a scene and sound surreal.
The flower of French Chivalry
cut down by English steel.
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When she saw brown dots upon the rug,
and more upon a chair.
The poor housewife was certain
several mice resided there.
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It was quiet in the park,
after lunch, the crowds are few.
Here the statures live in terror
because of what we pigeons do..
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The Sound of their laughter
in the dream, I still hear.
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It begins, of course, in the Spring.
The evenings grow lighter
The air sweeter
and all the world is filled
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When they walked along the trail of tears
The freedmen toted gear.
These blacks, who once were owned as slaves,
would be tribesmen, it appeared.
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Father Mychal Judge bent down
to the woman on the floor.
His right hand made the cross in sign
like oft he had before.
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It’s that time of the year
When commercials appear
to implore us to buy this or that.
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