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Call of duty
Contributed by
ayame67
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Tuesday, 25th October 2011 @ 09:46:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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She was a beauty,
She was so pure,
It was her duty
To live and to cure
It didn't matter
How much she liked
It was her father
For who she tried
A cruel world
Was in her mind
A cruel world,
But she didn't mind
She cured and loved
She loved to cure
And yet, she hasn't tried...
She wasn't sure
This would have helped
To save a life,
Maybe someone's child
Or maybe the wife
The war and the hunger...
It killed too much,
She couldn't handle,
She wasn't a match.
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ayame67
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2011-10-25 09:46:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Call of duty
(User Rating: 1 ) by RussellReinhardt on
Tuesday, 25th October 2011 @ 10:27:13 AM AEST (User
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Hello
That is a most beautiful poem very good write.
Gob bless
Greetings
Russell |
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Re: Call of duty
(User Rating: 1 ) by xHeathenx on
Tuesday, 25th October 2011 @ 05:52:48 PM AEST (User
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Interesting. I like the sort of play with words you did, where you said "She loved and she cured, She loved to cure".
I was a bit thrown off toward the end, but good piece. |
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