bunker hill here we go stomping are feet to the ground my captian on the horse.screaming freedom!
the blue and white stripes on my jacket
my gun needs more musket flints.
i use the tip of my musket for a sword.
my mouth starts to get dry
i have no water.so i run towards the sea.
i fall and start to dream.
the sun in my eyes like lazer beam.
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