The Armies Waiting Inside Of Us Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Armies Waiting Inside Of Us



If all the boys
Killed off the boys,
And your fairer
Sex did likewise,
Wouldn’t our
Cunning mean
We would be the
Last standing,
To kiss,
Hug,
And rejoin
The armies
Waiting inside of us.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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