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jantojones.livejournal.comI'd just like to say that, poetry and I are not good bedfellows. I love to read poetry, but I can't write it for toffee. Nevertheless, here is my attempt.
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They own the darkness
But still walk in light
Always prepared
Up for the fight
With evil amongst us
Hidden from view
They risk their survival
To do what they do
They often get hurt
Some even die
But others step up
And with evil they vie
Two at the top
Who we all admire
Joined by a friendship
Which was forged in the Fire
One is American
And filled up with charm
But is dangerous to know
When others do harm
The other is a Russian
With icy blue eyes
He does what he can
So that nobody dies
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…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
They own the darkness
But still walk in light
Always prepared
Up for the fight
With evil amongst us
Hidden from view
They risk their survival
To do what they do
They often get hurt
Some even die
But others step up
And with evil they vie
Two at the top
Who we all admire
Joined by a friendship
Which was forged in the Fire
One is American
And filled up with charm
But is dangerous to know
When others do harm
The other is a Russian
With icy blue eyes
He does what he can
So that nobody dies
.
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