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10/20/18
High priestess
Led us into battle
Sword held high
We spoke in tongues
We grunted in the mud
And with victory at hand
Left the concert early
Because of the babysitter
Led us into battle
Sword held high
We spoke in tongues
We grunted in the mud
And with victory at hand
Left the concert early
Because of the babysitter
Published 23rd Oct 2018
Author's Note
This was originally the intro to a longer poem. I like it on its own though, and am not as sure about the longer one.
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Anonymous
23rd Oct 2018 8:59pm
True that is true lol
24th Oct 2018 1:40am
24th Oct 2018 1:52am
24th Oct 2018 7:06pm
I agree, it is funny, yet deeper thought reveals the real message.
A good parent/person's decision, made long before the fact.
We forego what could be for what is.
Well done
A good parent/person's decision, made long before the fact.
We forego what could be for what is.
Well done
24th Oct 2018 7:09pm
25th Oct 2018 11:57pm
26th Oct 2018 00:03am
I like to think that any parent understands sacrifice. It breaks my heart that such a statement is not inherently true.
26th Oct 2018 00:05am
I'm not a parent but of course I've been someone's child so I get the concept. At the same time, sacrifice happens in many different formats. Endearing write.
26th Oct 2018 00:29am
