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Ubiquitous Song

Rating: 4.6

I can hear an army calling,
Foot-charge o’er bugler’s wails,
Battle horses thundering -
Infinite chariot driving mud.
Sweet dew drips across the tawny
Leaves, a fabric of Victoria’s
Corset flutters in the swinging
Tree, a dying mongrel in the gutter -
A hazy line of refugees.

I can feel an army charging,
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Jackson Kilroy 09 December 2004

Very nice. If you're not going to write a poem about a woman, write it about war I always say...

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Lenchen Elf 05 December 2004

A well drawn sketch, losing nothing of it's power throughout

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