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Who Then?
by Jon-Jacob F DealI walk down dusty streets
With aching shoulders, too much gear on
Ever lugging this old radio I've always got an ear on
To hear every AK, PK, RPG and IED
But who're all y'all gonna cry to
When the bastards light up me? 01/23/2005 Posted on 01/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/18/06 at 04:34 AM good point. Your writing draws the reader into your world. very vivid, you are. —Jill |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/10/11 at 05:57 PM Jill is right about drawing us into your world. You do that often, and well. |
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