Sleeping Giant Poem by Thomas Cornfield

Sleeping Giant

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Sleeping Giant
By Thomas William cornfield

In New York City
It was getting close to 9
People were waiting
For opening time.
Then From the sky
came cowards
with ALA buy their side
All That's left now is the tears and cry's
After Peril Harbor a mighty Admiral spoke
'We woke a sleeping Giant'
this may bring our end.
Now Now Now

Friday, April 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: ballad
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