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Mar 2014
One minute,
he's passing out candy
to the local children
and within an hour
he's ******* his M4,
spitting lead at hostiles,
dialed into killing them.
It's no wonder he got inked
with dual scorpions,
one on each arm,
before he rotated
back home.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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