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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:35 pm
Please forgive me,
so young the child was,
cut down by these hands.
"Even the little ones got grenades, men"
and with that
we were sent off to war.
His eyes glazed as the metal
bit into his chest;
the rough leather hit the dirt,
and I still can't watch baseball
without dry-heaving.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 12:44 am
I'm surprised no one's commented this yet.
"and with that that " <-- I just caught that typo.
It's a very emotional piece. Good imagery. I especially appreciated the last part about baseball.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:29 am
And one would think you have been there...
One would think you have seen what you describe, so vivid yet vague.
It is always real to me.. You scare me.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:56 pm
I just went to a baseball game. X.x
The poem was good. All your stuff is good. I'm running out of things to compliment you on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:48 pm
Yes, I must say this was really good - some people don't realize that even children are fighting in wars even in this day in age - it doesn't happen in the US tho but in other countries this might be very common...
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