Play The PiperA Poem by PeteEnemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love. - Thoreau![]() Hear him coming. See him go. In his pleated kilt. Blood about to be spilt. Bayonet in one hand. Bagpipe in the other. Only enough breath for one ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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