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Originally Posted by rhino
Ten shiny soldiers in a row
marching through the street they go
a soothing beat, majestic line
I look again, there are but nine
Listen for the bugles call
Go slowly now or you may fall
The enemy is very near
and yet you show no signs of fear
marching through the battlegate
the strong, the bold, the fearless eight
seven marched and seven fell
we waved them off and loved them well
six are sleeping, heads turned down
where autumn leaves are turning brown
five we nurtured in our womb
then sealed them in a darkened tomb
four we'll see perhaps once more
lying scattered on the floor
Three is two and then is one
The last tin soldier marching on
Another ten we will send
marching to their bloody end
We'll dust them down and watch them go
and on their heads the grass will grow
When calm descends and we recall
ten soldier marching proud and tall.
Sorry for writing the beginning and end without the middle, I was rushing out before and typed it in quickly while it was in my head. Anyway this is it, hope it makes sense
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I really like that actually rhino
Do you just write for fun?