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Sep 2014
When we slipped on the nvgs,
we even made cyclops look good.
But it gave us the edge,
not a single living thing
went unnoticed in the pitch,
all of us became terminators.
That **** was psychotic,
itchy fingers
& controlled breathing,
we bagged bad guys.
Bur despite what Arnold said,
I didn't go back.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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