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Jan 2013
Birds broken loose under couches
roasting spits on regional traps,
granddad beat her senseless on the crane handle
that was his arm. Back spinal snaps--fingers are numb--without the ability
to see her pleasure.

I hooked myself when I hooked her.
          Right answers look at you
          straight
          down
          the
          scope

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

"You are a soldier! Now man up and find your hand."
She may never come back
but maybe neither will you...
Joseph S C Pope
Written by
Joseph S C Pope  Myrtle Beach, SC
(Myrtle Beach, SC)   
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