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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1215327
This is the second poem from the dream about the war of 1812.
You may push and take, and fight and pry,
If you've come to assume, then you might find,
Nights here are too cold to go gently into,
So our wall of spite and will, is what you aim through,
But you ain't gettin' in, 'cause I can hunt, and I can trap,
and we came here for better, so there's no goin' back,
We're feisty, an' we're clever, and we've learned some local ways,
So dig in, and we'll fester, and we'll itch at you for days,
Learn - don't be cocky, or arrogant, or mean or rude,
'cause we'll show you, more'n once, what exactly we can do
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