1 leftA Poem by Rob FunkGet down, What's wrong with you?, Can you not tell I am in hell. Why was it he who fell, He was careful, Why did I enjoy that hell, I waited for it, Stay down, These guys can set me free, Go and flee, I shall stay and earn my pay, No more ammo, Well I have 1 left, Guess its going to have to be, Blammo for me. © 2013 Rob Funk |
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1 Review Added on July 17, 2013 Last Updated on July 17, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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