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War Time Woes
Contributed by
MrUgoEze
on
Tuesday, 2nd January 2007 @ 08:55:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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You never looked more beautiful,
Then you do right now,
Under the blinding lights, of the barrage of bombs
I hold your picture tight, with napalm charred palms.
And it remains a momento from home....
my only good luck charm.
But good luck fell far from your doorstep
Because it was four months to the day, I left,
The mysterious sickness came down and kissed you on your chest
And in your sleep, your heart left and crept
...out
I lay in between these Vietnamese trees and leaves and weeds
And sleep and dream about trekking to heaven
And begging and bargaining with the Lord
for conjugal visits with your soul.
And God forbid he says no,
Please wait for me, until the day I finally come home.
Copyright ©
MrUgoEze
... [
2007-01-02 20:55:02] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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