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Cold Feet

December 6, 2014
By Old-World-Blues DIAMOND, New Freedom, Pennsylvania
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Maker make me a strong man,
And show me how to kill.
Teach me to hold a weapon,
And bring me to my thrill.
I know I've lead armies
And fought with sword and quill.
I know that beggars aren't choosers,
But Maker, give me my fill.
I want to conquer the world,
For good or for ill.
But in the end, I am still
Vox et praeterea nihil.

© Andrea D., Owasso, OK

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