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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.
Up the ladder:
...
Down the ladder:
Doped Up Dr. Seuss
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Posted: October 29, 2002 10:04 PM PST; Last modified: October 29, 2002 10:04 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7222223 Overall Rank: 11862 Comments:
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-=SeTTle=- @ 140.186.49.231
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29-Oct-02/10:06 PM
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What are you armenian
There were battles in my country, too, but not since 1745.
where can i get a pair of protective feet like that, and why didn't you lend them to your uncle?
How did your feet protect you? Are they large and cast from iron?
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