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Lines of Grey


Long lines of grey Poised for march To Independence? To Death? To Glory? The balls missed the Blueberries Still strong, know not the Grey March on! March on! For your homes! For your lives! March fifty yards Hats raised March hundreds yards Unnatural thunderstorm Disconnected Grey limbs March on! March on! Hundreds yards more More limbs loosed Over the barrier Escalation in loss Over the barrier now The blueberries rise Overwhelming scores More Grey down March on still! Sword threw hat Second wave goes Through the ending rain To the wall now Turn the barrels! Too many Blueberries Stinging violently Surrender or die All is over now Save a few Grey Lines of Grey Water issues forth For Freedom Nothing, nothing else For Virginia! For Ole Virginia!
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Clio Texana
<p>Good depiction of Pickett&#39;s Charge!&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
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