****** Smily Face by billyraines08
This one, to her, seemed different.
She seldom met artistic Huns..
She thought his little mustache cute,
his smile, a winning one.
With charcoal he made sketches
when his duties were all done.
A man, she thought, of courage.
He wore the iron cross.
It was a time of hell on earth-
so many young lives lost
Perhaps her judgment was impaired
by the alcohol that she consumed.
The sixteen year old French girl
took Adolf ****** to her room.
In time she gave birth to a child,
a ******* if ever was one.
A boy they named Jean Marie Loret-
The Devil’s only son
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
****** Smily Face by billyraines08
This one, to her, seemed different.
She seldom met artistic Huns..
She thought his little mustache cute,
his smile, a winning one.
With charcoal he made sketches
when his duties were all done.
A man, she thought, of courage.
He wore the iron cross.
It was a time of hell on earth-
so many young lives lost
Perhaps her judgment was impaired
by the alcohol that she consumed.
The sixteen year old French girl
took Adolf ****** to her room.
In time she gave birth to a child,
a ******* if ever was one.
A boy they named Jean Marie Loret-
The Devil’s only son
An elderly French man claims Adolf ****** was his father
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