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Hey guys, thought i'd put out a piece I wrote during a civil war test:
I am the drummer boy
I carry a snare
I wear an old hat
atop sandy blode hair.
My boots, they are buckled
my belt pulled in tight
ready for marching
from morning till night..
The general, named Fokker,
He rides a white steed
carrying the flag
the inspiration we need.
I am the drummer boy
I beat out the tune
the soldiers will march to
(Til' lunch break at noon.)
And when the war comes
and stares you right in the eyes,
I still keep on drumming
through the pain and the cries.
My comrades have died
to the beat of a tune.
They lie on the field.
(I hope they rest soon.)
But I am the drummer boy
and until kingdom come;
I will still keep on drumming...
may god damn this drum.
Anyone got any poems on past events? War, trajedy, anything?...
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
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