Seceret

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is a poem i wrote for a class, i haven't handed it in yet, it's about a sniper.

Submitted: January 31, 2008

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you walk along

not knowing were i am.

i watch you closly, do you see?

Who are you, this stranger of the strre?

are you a son, father, maybe even a brother

it doesn't matter to me,

it's you i have to beat!

i aim, look, but do not shoot

a little girl runs with only one boot.

you smile so does she

how could i not have seen?

i know my job, but can not go throw

with pulling the trigger and shooting you

my life is hard and unsertain

but yours has just started with this little girl

her blonde little cirls swirl asn she twirls

you are happy know, proud to be home

my job is hard but you are lucky

my shout is good but i'll say i missed

give her a kiss

go saftley home

i'm a sniper but to day i'm your friend

just wait, i promise we will meet again


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