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Winter At Valley Forge

We sit ‘round the fire, Our frozen hands, Begging for warmth. Frostbitten toes, Icicle nose, Our empty bellies, With that sharp pang of hunger. Men are eating trees, Just wanting their fill, Not really tasting, That hard, crunchy bark. No one has shoes, Blood covers the snow, Soldiers laying frozen, On the unforgiving ground. Dead… Continue reading Winter At Valley Forge