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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

blood and guts

Young and bold
eighteen years old
start the car
we're off to war.
Tragic fright
dimmed our sight
clipped our wings
burning metal
sings
doomed our
right
to pleasant
sight
young and bold
eighteen years old.
Posted by Tony Fiona at 1:15 PM

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