Conor Ross Poems

The battlefield, a lonely hill, upon a country field
The enemies stand facing each other, swords drawn
They charge at each other, swords clashing
Swords swing, matching each other
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It wasnt me who shot the rat that is lying dead upon the floor,
It wasnt me who shot the cat who ate the rat
Lying dead upon the floor
It wasnt me who shot the dog who ate the cat woh ate the rat
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The empty wasteland filled
With half a dozen desks

I enter it with a book as small as a gun
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There he sits with empty sea all around
Moving slowly staying near the sea ground
Looking behind him, hiding what he's found
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Darkness comes,
Darkness goes,
leaving behind,
An empty wasteland,
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