Fugitives - Paris,1632 Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Fugitives - Paris,1632

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we stood
were well

you pushed
I fell

they came
I hid

she ran
I did

they chased
I stopped

she turned
I dropped

they shot
I died

she fled
I sighed

they went
her too

I died
for you

.. I died
.. for you

you used
me too

Monday, November 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: footle,paris,history,adventure,betrayal
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Fugitives - Paris,1632 a footle poem of betrayal and adventure by Clive Culverhouse
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