I’ve got your back, you get mine.
Four eyes can roam the circle round.
You can see the gun that shines,
I can see the enemy’s lines.
Our hair alert as we walk,
Four-legged creature: let us stalk.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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This one had a wonderful inevitable sense to it. The way the very best children's rhymes do. It begged to be read more than once.
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