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They ****** us in;
King and country,
Christ Almighty
And the rest.
Patriotism,
Democracy,
Honor—
Words and phrases,
They either ******* or killed us.
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies
 Jul 2018 Robin MacCuish
1923
honesty
honestly, she says
"this [book] has meant so much to me
and it's not like it ends terribly
just not how you would think"

she hands me over Silverstein -
a copy of The Missing Piece
with that note she wrote inside for me


and it ends just like you'd think
The Missing Piece is a book by Shel Silverstein about a circle with a slice of itself missing. It sings about the missing piece and rolls along in search of it. After finding pieces that don't fit, it eventually finds one that fits perfectly. With the missing piece, the circle can roll faster than ever - but it can no longer sing and it can no longer slow down to appreciate the things it used to (like the company of a worm or butterfly). The circle discovers it felt more complete without the missing piece and begins singing and rolling happily on its own.
 Jul 2018 Robin MacCuish
1923
We do not need to be in bloom
to be worthy of space - of room
on this planet. So on the days
you feel bitter - stay here;

please stay here

Nothing in season
can stay sweet all year.
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