Attila Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Attila
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Yet Attila the Hun
to Segestus a son,
he was fearless and partial to wine,
the great battle, it happened in four fifty one,
and they held to the end the great line.
When the battle was won
with the foe on the run,
they were singing the song of the dead
if you know me at all, you will pardon the pun
and prefer to pass on in your bed.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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