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Jack stepped over the line but He died early. Not in years. Combat fatigue. He ran like a man possesed pidgeon toed Helter skelter. Hounds nipping at his heals. Look into his eyes as he rounds third. Afraid to be afraid. A ball and a bat spiked shoes flashing In the October sun. Jack Johnson whispered. Satchel page dazzled. " never look over your shoulder,something might be gaining on you" . Jack be nimble. Jack be quick. Jack was walking point How could you hear him. Scream from behind Dead eyes. You could not. Articulate and tough. The poison seeped through his pores Like Agent Orange Cannon fodder                                Suicide mission.                                A big man decision.                                 America's pastime                                   Was overdue.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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Jack stepped over the line but He died early. Not in years. Combat fatigue. He ran like a man possesed pidgeon toed Helter skelter. Hounds nipping at his heals. Look into his eyes as he rounds third. Afraid to be afraid. A ball and a bat spiked shoes flashing In the October sun. Jack Johnson whispered. Satchel page dazzled. " never look over your shoulder,something might be gaining on you" . Jack be nimble. Jack be quick. Jack was walking point How could you hear him. Scream from behind Dead eyes. You could not. Articulate and tough. The poison seeped through his pores Like Agent Orange Cannon fodder                                Suicide mission.                                A big man decision.                                 America's pastime                                   Was overdue.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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