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He Chose Them, Rather....
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November 2016 He Chose Them, Rather....
Than the words, on my breath...
No sleep, for me.
All the while.
The haunting melody,of a lone guitar.
Evokes, long past, but never....... forgotten, memories.
Of departed brothers,brothers in arms.
And, the croaky voice, like an echo.... fills, the night.
While, whispering....... in my head.
We once shared,...a bond.
But
If you've never been, if you've never shared.
You're,
a poorer ..... man
than me
Giajl © Jim Love
