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 Upon boarding the air plane in Dallas to Chicago At eighty degrees I wearing a short sleeved shirt Arriving at O’Hara thirty one degrees and... [read more] |
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That fateful day on November 22, 1963 America’s innocence died with mine A completely new world unfolding The intensity of war drums escalat... [read more] |
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Weary eyed past midnight his mind wanders The dilapidated motel sign flickering outside Dallas a lonely place for an eighteen year old Tomor... [read more] |
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With everything in him he knew from childhood His destiny to be a warrior his dying breath a hero Providence dictating this fate and fortune... [read more] |
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In his heart he knew he could not take a life At least not the life of another young man Who like him was conscripted by old men Nor was his... [read more] |
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Looking in a keepsake box from childhood, I found a Polaroid of me in a Cub Scout uniform Looking pretty slipshod next to the others. ... [read more] |
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Ah, the absurdity of puberty scarcely complete, The wiles of my feckless youth stolen, usurped By belligerent old men fighting futile wars,... [read more] |
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He crossed his fingers as he surveyed the numbers The newspaper announcing those called to death The lottery announced as the truly democrat... [read more] |
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They would make us hide under our desks In the third grade during the nuclear bomb drill As if our desks could safeguard us against T... [read more] |
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We were all crazy back then in those troubled times When the sounds of the drums of war were beating Riding hard winds blowing across our na... [read more] |
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I remember that Saturday afternoon of my senior year After the breach of the sound barrier by the Phantom, The sky silent but for soaring bi... [read more] |
 I'm sorry for all the crap I've given you. I'm sorry for ever being annoying, rude or mean to you. I'm sorry that I don't say thank you e... [read more] |
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I don't care what happens anymore, I've reached that point where I've tried, cried, and cared too much for too long. Now everything just... [read more] |
 grow cold bricks of sodden down woolward carts, flosk upon a tenistrige of chazimos detail rock golden summer fusion, not the day but my del... [read more] |
 It's as if from a bad dream I woke Can't anyone take a joke? I heard a nasty rumor Some have lost their sense of humor Those peo... [read more] |