Friday 19 October 2012

My Poem


Death is near us.
We ready ourselves for life or death
As I run out of the trench gritting my teeth
I can smell the gun powder running up my nose
As I run across the battle field ouch I stubbed my toe.
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2 comments:

  1. Ryan N19 October 2012 at 08:44

    Mean poem its got humor and rimes all in one. Shoot.

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  2. Ryan N19 October 2012 at 09:16

    Mean poem its got humor and rhymes all in one. Shoot.

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