Girls Will Be Girls - Poem by Greg Costello
A sniper by the hot tap lay,
Turned upside-down in battle grey,
Soaking in a pool of water,
Deserted by my impish daughter.
Who'd played with him and his platoon,
The previous day with caring hand,
'Til lured away by Barbie boon,
The soldier left in no-man's-land.
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