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Sometimes poems make no sense
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Have you ever seen
Sometimes poems make no sense
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the ore comes from rock
smelter melts ore into bars
my steel sword shone bright
resubmitting mine with correction:
Before I see farms
Today I see brew brewing
Tomorrow the sun
Plant, reap, brew, drink, fight.
Drunken soldiers die like leaves.
Weapons lost in vain.
Fish for all today!
Work, you minions, earn your pay.
Empty storehouse waits.
as the football's rain
settler's promise is remembered
Defeat Football Camps
Making breads all day
Selling on trade tab for gold
Use gold to buy goods
Summertime is here
Sweet victory is so near
Recruits have no fear
I saw a white glow
I thought it was the moon, but
Was my recruits bum
sunshine blood recruits
calvery will always live
blood makes the grass grow
Oh boy, have fun reading all of these pages BB-Team
The hot sun beats down
On the poor thirty people
I will work for beer
iron steel bronze
what are these things worth to me
blood guts and victory
Bread is not enough
Neither is all the bronze swords
What I need is brew
Here weather is warm
My empire is shinning sun
Drunk are my recruits
bandits are coming
hide in the barracks and drink
hope the war ends soon
A peasant must choose
The direction of his life
Peasantry or war
Yesterday was cool rain
Today a warm breeze
Tomorrow the long summer days at play
waddling worker wades
for fish neath bobbing canoe
liquid sweet embrace
Falling summer stars
Marshmallows on spindly bare twigs
Men are boys again
The sun is now back
Summer is finally here
I cant wait to swim
my settlers are full
working to grow resources
hope they are not tired
Settlers are too hot
Need to keep the brew cold now
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today's attack failed
horses fed from brewer's waste
still drunk from last night
The fans are humming
Chill in the Data Center
Still time for the game
save the tree's
The wheat fields produced
It now has been harvested
The storehouse is full
I've got work to do,
But this game is calling me,
so unproductive.
Soccer balls are mine.
Summer is finally here.
Let us hear a cheer.
Monks chant at high noon
Sunshine and Beer for us all
The horses are drunk
My guards begin their watch
The sun slowly sets
My settlers safe and sound
Earth transmutes its form
Fish become a fine sandwich
Global joy is spread
Our school days are done.
Our summer fun is ahead.
Oh, what joy this is.
The gems are exciting
The settlement is better
I am happy
Sending my crossbows
The retreat button is stuck
Now the tears will flow
You know you will win
Troops will go in fast and quick
The battle is your's
It is 100 degree outside
That means summer is here in Houston
Four months of brutal heat.
I love the pirates
The granite is hard to beat
And elogs are great!!
My copper mine died
Water from wells makes my brew
Wheat grows by my farms
Copper mines run deep
Wheat fields abundant harvest
Make brass, bread and brew
feel always lacking
now must get more resources
and use them again