#november11th
This, THIS is the rare one whose title came before the stanza.
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Both grampas served, the second world war's trail
To now their battleground, and further, whence?
My father could not, nor was I fr'intents
Allowed to enter; and I spose to fail
Is worse than that, aught skirmish whose detail
Ensnared beyond as worthy in a sense,
His twice divorced grief my dad's ruin, sans thence
A father for it, en'mies' triumph hale.
Come, Dad engaged Mum to be his in tour,
On Vet'ran's Day, and I'm the product who
Is left behind now all are buried. Were
There better ways to **** us off? We do
Not seem to have much time left. LORD, bestir
Redemption, save us, for we wait for You.
11Nov25a
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC