My Friend Attacks my Friend!, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

My Friend Attacks my Friend!

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My friend attacks my friend!

Oh Battle picturesque!

Then I turn Soldier too,

And he turns Satirist!

How martial is this place!

Had I a mighty gun

I think I’d shoot the human race

And then to glory run!

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