The old soldier I loved,
The young child I endured:
Both gained my friendship
Since we have raggedly matured.
Though clouds of grey
Have swept me away,
Still I oft return
To hear the bark of a thunderbird.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
The old soldier I loved,
The young child I endured:
Both gained my friendship
Since we have raggedly matured.
Though clouds of grey
Have swept me away,
Still I oft return
To hear the bark of a thunderbird.
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