July 11, 2018 · 11:48 pm
Hans Burgkmair
Death Rides
By my
Side
In This
Life
of Mine
a Soldier
of Fortune
Who None
May Chide
A Blade
of Honor
Against
the Rising
Tide
When Ball
& Musket
Will Out
Shine
the Time
When Personal
Combat
Could Decide
the Crime
& One
Not Millions
Would Have
to Die
#B27321
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July 26, 2016 · 3:16 pm
Antonio da Correggio
Real or Fake
–
Every One
Has Faults
They
Do Not
Want
Pointed Out
–
Personal Pain
From Mistakes
InGrained
That Won’t
Go
a Way
–
Center Stage
your Ears
are InFlamed
Run aWay;
Don’t Stay
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