MY BOO

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My sister joined the National Guard and she is being deployed.

MY BOO

You left me herer alone to die.
Doing things that I thought you couldn't.
Now I'm left here alone to cry.
Even though I promised you I wouldn't.

I remember when we used to play outside.
On the streets in the hot summer sun.
Ever since you were a little girl (about five).
You've wanted to use a gun.

Now you've finally found your chance.
And you will have to go very far.
But thats exactly what you get.
When you join the National Guard.

I'm not too thrilled or happy.
That you're going away.
But I promised you I wouldn't sappy.
So lets go outside and play.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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