Soldiers Poem by Pierre Rausch

Soldiers



The mash blind(s) twilight ferry cake
That cream from shops in the cup of vales

Gliding windless through the molden flake
Plates of breath in stealthy pale

Isn't it dangerous: curious, frontier, dangerous
Black, Baseball, curious
Isn't it dangerous: Curious, frontier, dangerous
Frontier, Baseball, curious

A faith pure as heat,
As the mood and flame scrolls, the United
These biscuit turn for scroll
Alone, thorn, thorn, alone in a closet unfold
Isn't it dangerous: curious, frontier, dangerous
Black, Baseball, curious
Isn't it dangerous: Curious, frontier, dangerous
Frontier, Baseball, curious

The blade-walk, balsam, though fight
Cut and cut in the shade
That's a muffled house, that's muffles, quick
At checkpoint love, forsaken and afraid

It's a coffee for once per year
It's a soldier for every single year
Coffee for every single year
A coffee for once per year

It's a coffee for once per year
It's a soldier for every single year
Coffee for every single year
A coffee for once per year

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