This poem is about George Washington's men during the long winter at Valley Forge.
It is cold at Valley Forge
We don't have much food to gorge.
We are very weak and blueness
Covers our cheeks. We sleep in
Our bleek little houses, and
Share our homes with the rats and
Mouses.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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