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Of poems by Charlie Totem.
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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Warcry

A fist in the sky;
The signal of victory for the clan.
At the sight of the hand,
In relief, soldiers begin to sigh.
In the night, spirits run high,
As they victory-dance to the band,
All traces of misery canned.
All in the world is right.
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