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Nov 2010
Set sail for an unknown voyage,
Deep, deep, deep within my mind.
A book without a written page.
An actor without the Broadway stage.

Drift, drift, drift, for thirty score.
Forget all life; forget mankind.
Delve, indagate, search and explore,
the coming of peace and the end of war.

Enter now, what will be the end.
Only the cruel are left behind.
Trapped in a world that will transcend,
With phonies and liars, too hard to mend.

We’ll set sail for that mystical place,
Where never a word is said unkind.
Gaze, gaze, gaze without a trace
Upon war and hate and pure disgrace.

To enter my mind, I will admit
Is like entering the sea totally blind.
Sink, sink, sink within the travelled pit.
No one knows how you’ll benefit.

Rest, rest, rest in that silken bed.
The trip you’re on is hard to define.
You’re aware of your trunk, your limbs, your head.
Hey passengers, guess what? You’re dead.
December 7, 1968 (Pearl Harbor Day)
19 years old
Allen Smuckler
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