foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- poems I wrote when i was ten "The Enemy" The enemy rode to the end of the lane Now I must leave the hellish plain For it has caused me so much pain and the hatred of war has took over my brain That's what he said at the end of the lane "While Mabel Lay Down with the Devil Last Night" While Mabel lay down with the devil last night The Demons of yesterday crept into sight as the devious gingerbread man ceased to fight With the bluebird who sang to the lost one's delight and the dead flower's petals turned sickly and white While Mabel lay down with the devil last night 10:05 a.m. - 2004-02-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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