The Talking Antique

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I am an old beat up shield

I've seen better newer days

I've got five holes

I own seven dents

I protect my people and thus my country

They pick me up and drop me

They blunt their enemies blow with my face

I will become antique, I feel eight feet of dirt above my back

poemsOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora