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Sep 2020
when she begins to tell me this
im sure ive known it all along
four tours as a tank commander
could be to blame for how he  changed
from someone who respected her
and taught two boys to say their prayers
to fists and angry eyes night moves
and never any more desire
she packed and left the army base
in a years old car with rusted
rear quarters and one headlight gone
victim to an aluminum
bat that once knocked two ***** over
the outfield fence as they looked on
Bobby Copeland
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Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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       old poet MK, vb, Wk kortas and G Alan Johnson
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