Saturday, December 14, 2019

The TEST







SMOKE CLOUDS BILLOW IN THE BLISTERED SKY
WHILE SON'S MARCH OFF AND MOTHERS CRY 
MAYBE YOU WERE BUDDY ~ MAYBE YOU WERE AL
SURELY YOU WERE SOMEONE'S BABY 
SURELY YOU WERE SOMEONE'S PAL
SURELY YOU HELD SOMEONE'S HEART PINNED UPON YOUR BREAST
WHEN UNCLE SAM SENT YOU OUT AND HELD YOU TO THE TEST
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