Bernard Gluck , Follies - Where are the enemy?</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=37.htm>Bernard Gluck </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Follies - Where are the enemy?</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>We gladly face our enemy but where might they all be?<br>I fear we have no adversary<br>Where might they all be?<br>There seems to be none worthy to<br>Stand up against us three.<br>We caught them sleeping and off guard<br>And not prepared for battle<br>They put a few words down in rhyme<br>But nothing more than prattle.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>