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Aug 2014
I hated those night excursions,
our incursions into unknown territory
sometimes ended up pretty gory.
We tape up our loose stuff
& go creeping,
could slip in anywhere
to set up our killing machinery.
We were way better in total pitch
& not under the full moon.
But it really didn't matter,
'cause we had the edge,
wore strange
looking-contraptions
to see green.
Any movement
was scrutinized
to the extreme.
I'll never forget the report
& sometimes the screams
of the ones who
never got away.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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