Cannon Fodder
Not the normal cannon fodder,Blood spilt on the claude hopper,
Guns smoking,
Hearts Broken,
Voices spoken,
Tell the story of two lovers unwed,
Who got thier desire, but lost thier head.
Cannon Fodder
Not the normal cannon fodder,A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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