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From up on Bunker Hill
Was heard such a Shrill
That we knew that the redcoats were coming
When out of the reeds
They climbed upon Breed's
As fire rained down all upon them
The hillside was red
With the blood of the dead
Dr Warren was slain where he'd fallen
So Howe won the day
But was then heard to say
With many more wins we''ll be finished
Jun 27, 2014, 12:26:35 AM
Posted to The Bunker Hill Poetic Challenge