L•َِOَِ•Y•َِUَِ•S
2008-09-10, 06:26 AM
I wrote this poem about a man who left his
mother to fight for his country
Tell my mom not to be sad ************ tell her to be moor then glad
Cuz our enemies situation gets moor and moor bad when her son gets any mad
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tell my mom that I was brave ********* tell her I didn't fear from the grave
but don't tell her that they didn't let me in safe
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tell my mom that I wasn't fake ****** tell her that I did what I wanted to make
but don't tell her that I've paid more than I can take
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tell my mom that I fought ************** tell her that I made them writing deaths note
but don’t tell her that they got me in their slot
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tell my mom that I was great ************ tell her that I didn’t make it any late
but don’t tell her that my both hands fingers became eight
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tell my mom that I was the best *************** tell her that I didn’t take any rest
but don’t tell her that they left a sharp spear in my chest
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tell my mom: I love you ****************** and whatever they do
they won’t put my head in the low
but please don’t tell her
that by now I’ll be not in but under the low
mother to fight for his country
Tell my mom not to be sad ************ tell her to be moor then glad
Cuz our enemies situation gets moor and moor bad when her son gets any mad
**********************************
tell my mom that I was brave ********* tell her I didn't fear from the grave
but don't tell her that they didn't let me in safe
******************************
tell my mom that I wasn't fake ****** tell her that I did what I wanted to make
but don't tell her that I've paid more than I can take
**************************
tell my mom that I fought ************** tell her that I made them writing deaths note
but don’t tell her that they got me in their slot
**************************
tell my mom that I was great ************ tell her that I didn’t make it any late
but don’t tell her that my both hands fingers became eight
**************************
tell my mom that I was the best *************** tell her that I didn’t take any rest
but don’t tell her that they left a sharp spear in my chest
***********************
tell my mom: I love you ****************** and whatever they do
they won’t put my head in the low
but please don’t tell her
that by now I’ll be not in but under the low