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Do not say I am 20, that there is
hope. Although I lay before
you, entangled in a net of wire
and tubes, I have already slipped
beyond, paid the coin, drank
deep from the fifth river.

Say that I was young and
brave, give my bride the ribbon and
iron, give my mother the three-edged
flag, and as for me, just give me
12 strong legs to carry me to the
land of my fathers, 12 broad shoulders,
and 6 bowed heads.



Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-09-08 at 04:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. You make your point cleanly, economically. As 9/11 approaches, I expect to read smarmy, gloppy pieces addressing the same subject. I won't remember those. I'll remember yours.
2011-09-10



wow! brilliant imagery, dude!
2011-09-08