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Benedict Arnold’s Dream
Contributed by
xsitm
on
Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 11:18:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Jenny’s hands began to tremble as she held the letter
Of processed paper, an American flag stamp
And words she swore would define her life
She wasted no time breaking the spit dried seal
Scratching it off as if her future was some cheap lottery ticket
And as she collapsed to the floor in tears
She could have sworn the words said
“Sorry, thanks for playing”
David woke early leaving his wife and kids asleep
Quickly escaping into his silver Mercedes Benz
But something felt strange and wrong at the office
Two doctors and several tests later confirmed it
On his way home that night he stopped by the toy store
Suddenly remembering it was his son’s birthday
It’s sad when cancer has to take your body
To give you back your soul
I guess it doesn’t matter what side you choose
Both muskets and pens lead to dead ends
And battle won today, may already be lost tomorrow
But as for me, I’d rather be a Redcoat than a blue suit.
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2007-11-07 11:18:43] (Date/Time posted on
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