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Monday, November 30, 2020

poem 29


by dog e relaford

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peace on earth would be nice
but who wants to pay the price?

if heroes never went to war
what would a story be for?

no more enemy faces in the dust
no more triumphs of the just

all your toy soldiers would go back in the box
if peace talked

the sun would come up every day
in its usual way

and the clouds would drift around
occasionally watering the ground

and the sun would go down
over the sleepy little town

but who would sit enraptured
at tales of maidens captured

and rescued by warriors bold
epics that never grow old

if the drums were never heard
to arouse the slowly chewing herd


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