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Red letter days and friendly fire. Will I ever go home? Your voice over the airwaves soothes. But the things you say cut like teeth, sharp and vile. You visit the hospitals, shake down the morgues. The batting of your eyelashes, a ruse to your construction: You're a steam shovel, girl. Digging for Nazis at the center of the Earth.
Mildred Elizabeth Gillars, nicknamed "Axis Sally" along with Rita Zucca, was an American broadcaster employed by **** Germany to disseminate propaganda during World War II. Following her capture in post-war Berlin, she became the first woman to be convicted of treason against the United States.
Ephemeral melodies emanate from my dear car radio— songs too cliche that I despise them. I only hear today’s charlatans and their monotonous redundancy of new yet familiar beats. But there is hope... The eternal relics that elate my soul, having lacked innuendos— tunes of back-in-the-day entice me As I, a desperate old soul, turn the **** in angst, in search of stations bygone.
When I was a mere child I would wake up as soon as the Sun broke out in rays A radio would be placed on a table in our little porch And its songs always brought me joy Oh, what nostalgia The Carpenters would sing their comforting music Bread would sing their heartfelt songs Whenever Perhaps Love would come, I would close my eyes and wander about my future life