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May 2014
We slipped down olive drab line
under deafening blades,
out
onto the ridgeline
into pitch
like lightning.

Then the hookers,
them stick *******
scooted,
leaving us
in total silence.

Three days
& two cracks later,
we got extracted,
two departed,
mission accomplished.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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