ok this one kinda stumped me for a minute. but here it is. a poem for gavroche (I hope you like it!) A-HEM He wandered the streets, chaotic and content, shattering windows, destroying the light. When they called him 'gamin', he answered with a smile, an insult, and a song. At the doomed barricade He lifted our spirits, Beseeched us to carry on, brought the immortality and recklessness that only he could bring. He was there to replenish our supplies, replenish our hope, dance between the bullets as if there were none. Taunt the foe with music of mockery. When he fell, it was only to rise again, and when he really had fallen, it was only to prove to us that we could too.
