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My Feet
(
Free verse
) by
smallsun
There were battles in my country, there were trees which didn't protect houses. My uncle in one house, me in the other a shotgun in my uncle's house, the sound of a falling body. I run inside the shadows my feet protect me.
Nicholas Jones
30-Oct-02/2:13 AM
There were battles in my country, too, but not since 1745.
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