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Psych! Darshan Jay Mistry	Sharp-tipped rifles pointing, I find shelter, protecting me from the spitfire Hidden under all the chains and...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Queen Vicky, bless her soul. Wayne Blair	And rifles are Martinis No better friend of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
1916 seen from 1921 Edmund Blunden	In those old marshes yet the rifles lie, On the thin breastwork flutter the grey rags, The very books I read are there—and I Dead...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
1936 Stephen Vincent Benet	But the hands gripping the rifles were naked bone And the hollow pits of the eyes stared, vacant and black, When the moonlight...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
2020/10/01 ~ October Is Here Cheyenne Seaman	Shotguns, rifles, bows, and knives ready, preparing the wild game for the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Condoling Dirge Charles Bernabi	And have grave so laden, Where bones and rifles will lie, Unto a rising quiet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter Home Siegfried Sassoon	Rifles crack and bullets flick, Sing and hum like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter Home. (To Robert Graves) Siegfried Loraine Sassoon	Rifles crack and bullets flick, Sing and hum like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Message to America Alan Seeger	When the wrath of rifles and pennoned spears Should roll like a flood on their wrecked...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A More Ancient Mariner. Bliss Carman (William)	He hangs in the Willows a night and a day; He rifles the Buckwheat patches; Then battens his store of pelf galore Under the tautest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Night Attack Leon Gellert	……A sound of rifles rattles from the south, and startled orders move from mouth to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song For Soldiers John Boyle O'Reilly	ht, and the valley is lined with death from their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song For The Irish Militia Thomas Osborne Davis	Where pikes will tame their carbineers, And rifles thin their bay'neteers, And every field the island through Will show 'what Irishmen can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song For The Irish Militia Thomas Davis	Where pikes will tame their carbineers, And rifles thin their bay'neteers, And every field the island through Will show 'what Irishmen can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song For The Irish Militia. Thomas Osborne Davis	Where pikes will tame their carbineers, And rifles thin their bay'neteers, And every field the island through Will show "what Irishmen can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Spivey Night Before Christmas (WARNING Long and a bit Raunchy) Brian Spivey	a'belchin up spam We was oilin' our rifles, and sharpenin' our knives We was laughin' and drinkin', no kids and no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
America's New War Kathy A. Wittman	polished rifles, waiting to be fired once again; rumpled piles of recycled armed services camouflage; a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anthem for Doomed Youth Wilfred Edward Salter Owen	Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anthem For Doomed Youth Wilfred Owen	Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
APPLICANT ANGEL Barry Green Jr	The enemies rifles shot My world turned dark and red The air filled with pain and smoke As rifles barked and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
APPLICANT ANGELS Barry Green Jr	The enemies rifles shot My world turned dark and red The air filled with pain and smoke As rifles barked and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Armistice Brady Bowen	with spirit-soldiers all in black rifles discarded in favor of the knife the light skirmishes of beginnings are horizon-ranged...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As far as your Rifles Cover Henry Lawson	– ay, you'll hold the land – the land that your rifles...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Fredericksburg—Dec. 13, 1862 John Boyle O'Reilly	Strong earthworks are there, and the rifles behind them Are Georgia militia—an Irish brigade— Their caps have green badges, as if to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At The Base Hospital George Essex Evans	They say we drove their rifles back like chaff before the wind, They say our name and fame have travelled far— But my heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)