Martin Swords - Gold Ring
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2014-06-14
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The count was ten
And still he did not move
He lay beaten, badly, cold
Giving his life in the square ring
to win a purse of gold.
The count was ten
It could have been ten thousand
All that he ever had, was spent.
May 2004
Martin Swords
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-ring/
And still he did not move
He lay beaten, badly, cold
Giving his life in the square ring
to win a purse of gold.
The count was ten
It could have been ten thousand
All that he ever had, was spent.
May 2004
Martin Swords
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-ring/
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