The Scarlet Tunic
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Shaun Cronick
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The scarlet tunic,
Marches on.
Behind the horses,
With cannon drawn.
Their destination,
Now awaits.
A castle keep,
With iron gates.
Cannonballs fly,
And make a breach.
Tunic's forward!
So loud they screech.
The castle falls,
A flag is raised.
The General's proud,
His men are praised.
The scarlet tunic,
Marches on.
Behind the horses,
With cannon drawn...
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