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my man went to war

09-26-2009 at 11:34:04 PM

my man went to war

my man went to war




my man went to war
i shall see him no more
my blood will eternally boil
the truth being he perished for oil
25 years from time of loving birth
all wasted for the black shit of earth
if i ever give birth to a precious little son
i'll tell him straight out "run baby run"

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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