Remember those who died
fighting for that
which was not theirs
nor ever would or could.
Weep for those distorted faces
lost ambition and empty chairs.
Then pray for those with more to lose
in khaki clothes riding on the roundabout.
Handsome faces in the fair-ground jostle
candyfloss and rifle range
coconuts, children in surprise
laughing with their mothers;
sweethearts slipping to the night
gazing at the stars.
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la_spice
- 2009-11-08 @ 10:59:26
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Palmblogging
- 2009-11-08 @ 11:39:41
Lovely
Neighbours have son in Army he went missing just as he was due home on leave. The wee fecker was out on the piss in the UK His mum was beside herself thinking the worse. He turned up 2 days later and got a severe telling off from her.
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jenray
Pro - http://www.jenniferhunter.co.uk
- 2009-11-08 @ 11:53:25
Lovely poem, Blckbird...very poignant...GBHs...XXX
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avenscent
- 2009-11-11 @ 12:43:58
nice.xx
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Beautiful.....