The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,
as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,
as 2 Para make thier presence felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days graft and then it's homeward bound, as a british soldier just 19 lay's bleeding on the ground, Well he fought for queen and country so it comes as no suprise, CONTINUED RAN OUT OF SPACE AGAIN LOL
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