Lay me down, half boy half man, lay me down, I’m hot. Burning your hands, I am, lay me down, I’m shot. The next round won’t fire. Warning you, my fresh-faced keeper you am wanted by the Reaper. Would have liked to be a plough, would have made good, turning earth, here and […]Last Testament of an AK-74 by Tony Ashenden
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