Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
more than I can do...
The water comes and will not stay,
The dyke is quickly giving way,
A sand bag there, another here,
Will not be enough, I fear.
My body worn, my heart in pieces,
The duty of the day increases.
Still I fight, till day is through,
Though I know it more than I can do.
The dyke is quickly giving way,
A sand bag there, another here,
Will not be enough, I fear.
My body worn, my heart in pieces,
The duty of the day increases.
Still I fight, till day is through,
Though I know it more than I can do.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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