72 hOURS In Pennsyvania
By Duke
There was a little town in pennsyvania, Sunrise came on a July 1 and sparks flew, Bodies dropping like flies, It was men wearing blue and gray uniforms, Which bothed lined up and caused pain and sufering to each other, It was a horrifying and groosom site to see, The two pack of wolves constantly biting each other, The two hives of bees constantly stinging each other, The two respectable colors going at it as death had a field day, Running at each other with bayanetts attached to their muskets, Looking around as the action is hard to believe, Stepping over dead family and friends, Panic and confusion to all that went threw the hell, Lives being lost by the dozens every second, Wandering if your on the winning force, Victoms never knew, Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 03:18 PM PST 0 • 1
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