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Jimmy Boom Semtex is into many things. Writing is one. His varied work includes poetry, prose and stories on a variety of topics. Erotica like his Fire Extinguisher Man series, poetry on current world events, horror stories and more besides. Jimmy loves getting tattooed, listening to alternative music, drinking beer and living a simple but fulfilling life. Check his Facebook page out. He's working on new ****** stories and a poetry collection. His writing career is diverse and so are the authors/poets/writers he’s collaborated with like Filipina poetess Shy Lhen Esposo and Indian Saurabh Pant. Jimmy Boom Semtex is a pen name of Nick Armbrister.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

Bio

Jimmy Boom Semtex is into many things. Writing is one. His varied work includes poetry, prose and stories on a variety of topics. Erotica like his Fire Extinguisher Man series, poetry on current world events, horror stories and more besides. Jimmy loves getting tattooed, listening to alternative music, drinking beer and living a simple but fulfilling life. Check his Facebook page out. He's working on new ****** stories and a poetry collection. His writing career is diverse and so are the authors/poets/writers he’s collaborated with like Filipina poetess Shy Lhen Esposo and Indian Saurabh Pant. Jimmy Boom Semtex is a pen name of Nick Armbrister.

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Man Living in the Dustbin There is a man who lives in a trash can He’s a funny old character Telling jokes and dancing a gig Always happy and funky He’s become a legend in his head Something bigger than nothing Following you to the store And saying Hi then turning to go Hoping you follow him Then give him kindness A sausage roll or bottled beer The dustbin man who we see Wondering why he lives this way Sleeping in the bin his home Very cosy if he ay say so His dustbin down the alleyway Where nobody will bug him An ideal example of humanity Living with a smile in his head And setting the example To always smile :) from my new book out 2020 Upside ******* Down in a Blazing Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More by Nick Armbrister

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

Man Living in the Dustbin

Man Living in the Dustbin There is a man who lives in a trash can He’s a funny old character Telling jokes and dancing a gig Always happy and funky He’s become a legend in his head Something bigger than nothing Following you to the store And saying Hi then turning to go Hoping you follow him Then give him kindness A sausage roll or bottled beer The dustbin man who we see Wondering why he lives this way Sleeping in the bin his home Very cosy if he ay say so His dustbin down the alleyway Where nobody will bug him An ideal example of humanity Living with a smile in his head And setting the example To always smile :) from my new book out 2020 Upside ******* Down in a Blazing Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More by Nick Armbrister

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As several samples previously blogged.. (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41231) Counting to Ten, (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41341) Prisoners of War and (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41505 - Prisoners of War II) my new collection ‘Europa - In The Dark Valley Between The World Wars (co wrote with Nick Armbrister) has now been published viva Lulu.com on (http://www.lulu.com/shop/andy-n-and-nick-armbrister/europa-in-the-dark-valley-between-the-world-wars/paperback/product-21540773.html) With amazon status and ebay status etc to follow or directly through myself viva my email address – [email protected] For £5. Next up, as part of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month - http://www.napowrimo.net/) I have created a NaPoWriMo blog for this year which can be read at http://napowrimo2014.blogspot.co.uk/ with a difference where the blog will contain (hopefully) 30 poems connected into the same story called ‘Ghost Story’ which will be about a meet up with a man called Andy and a young lady called Michelle who is not quite what she seems. The difference with this story, as each poem is released on a daily basis is I am encountering people to send in poems linked in within the world of the story or other ghost stories / poems. Email me on [email protected] for more details.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC

andy-n

New Publication / New Writing Opportunity

As several samples previously blogged.. (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41231) Counting to Ten, (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41341) Prisoners of War and (http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=41505 - Prisoners of War II) my new collection ‘Europa - In The Dark Valley Between The World Wars (co wrote with Nick Armbrister) has now been published viva Lulu.com on (http://www.lulu.com/shop/andy-n-and-nick-armbrister/europa-in-the-dark-valley-between-the-world-wars/paperback/product-21540773.html) With amazon status and ebay status etc to follow or directly through myself viva my email address – [email protected] For £5. Next up, as part of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month - http://www.napowrimo.net/) I have created a NaPoWriMo blog for this year which can be read at http://napowrimo2014.blogspot.co.uk/ with a difference where the blog will contain (hopefully) 30 poems connected into the same story called ‘Ghost Story’ which will be about a meet up with a man called Andy and a young lady called Michelle who is not quite what she seems. The difference with this story, as each poem is released on a daily basis is I am encountering people to send in poems linked in within the world of the story or other ghost stories / poems. Email me on [email protected] for more details.

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Tarac Ridge Warplane crashes February 8-10 2018 write up by Nick Armbrister I have had an interest in aeroplanes and history ever since my dad got me into planes back in 1980. He took me up to air crashes on the Pennines/Peak District/Manchester/Yorkshire/Lancashire area of England in the early 80s. There are over fifty crashes alone here ranging from the war years and later. We also went to wrecks in the Lake District and Wales. In 2014 in the Philippines I went to more wrecks. I Googled Bataan warplane crashes and found out about the LT Stone P-40 Warhawk and Sgt Kurosawa Ki-27 Nate dog fight and subsequent crashes. This read like something from a Battle or Warlord comic. Over the coming weeks I put together an expedition there. I talked to Kevin Hamdorf who was one of the group who found the P-40 wreck. He gave me much info and introduced me to the guide, Noel. Without his help the trip wouldn’t have been possible. We went to the crash area at Tarac Ridge on February 8-10 2018. This was the 76th anniversary of it. We went to the P-40 on Feb 9 and the Ki-27 on the 10th. The crashes are over a kilometer up altitude wise. We had to hike many hours through the forest/jungle and mountain to the area. We camped at the lower campsite. There is an easier site at the top of the mountain near Kurosawa’s Nate which is less than a hundred feet below the area. Because we never camped there we had to ascend the final hour to the summit each day. The Warhawk site of Stone is hundreds of feet below Kurosawa’s in the forest on the mountain side. Little remains today but bits of alloy, Perspex, glass and other small fragments. We found these. Lt Stone is still listed as MIA Missing In Action. One of our group, Mike, searches for MIAs. We took hundreds of photos of the area and of our search. I ventured up to the Nate site of Sgt Kurosawa on the last day of our three day stay. It was at the summit. We had to go through thick brush/jungle to the location. Kurosawa hit a rock face and his plane was fragmented. The engine used to be there but has since been removed. There is less at this site than at Stone’s P-40. We found bits of metal, Perspex and bits. Looking at the closeness to the summit, I realized that Kurosawa almost made it. Nobody but God and the pilots know who shot down whom and who was on the other’s tail that day. The result is the same: two warplanes wrecked and two pilots dead. Maybe more answers will be found on future expeditions. It was a great experience to go there to Tarac Ridge, Mariveles, Bataan. In time I hope to return. This was my first international warplane trip. I want to go to a Grumman F-6F Hellcat at Capas next.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

Tarac Ridge Warplane crashes February 8-10 2018 write up by Nick Armbrister

Tarac Ridge Warplane crashes February 8-10 2018 write up by Nick Armbrister I have had an interest in aeroplanes and history ever since my dad got me into planes back in 1980. He took me up to air crashes on the Pennines/Peak District/Manchester/Yorkshire/Lancashire area of England in the early 80s. There are over fifty crashes alone here ranging from the war years and later. We also went to wrecks in the Lake District and Wales. In 2014 in the Philippines I went to more wrecks. I Googled Bataan warplane crashes and found out about the LT Stone P-40 Warhawk and Sgt Kurosawa Ki-27 Nate dog fight and subsequent crashes. This read like something from a Battle or Warlord comic. Over the coming weeks I put together an expedition there. I talked to Kevin Hamdorf who was one of the group who found the P-40 wreck. He gave me much info and introduced me to the guide, Noel. Without his help the trip wouldn’t have been possible. We went to the crash area at Tarac Ridge on February 8-10 2018. This was the 76th anniversary of it. We went to the P-40 on Feb 9 and the Ki-27 on the 10th. The crashes are over a kilometer up altitude wise. We had to hike many hours through the forest/jungle and mountain to the area. We camped at the lower campsite. There is an easier site at the top of the mountain near Kurosawa’s Nate which is less than a hundred feet below the area. Because we never camped there we had to ascend the final hour to the summit each day. The Warhawk site of Stone is hundreds of feet below Kurosawa’s in the forest on the mountain side. Little remains today but bits of alloy, Perspex, glass and other small fragments. We found these. Lt Stone is still listed as MIA Missing In Action. One of our group, Mike, searches for MIAs. We took hundreds of photos of the area and of our search. I ventured up to the Nate site of Sgt Kurosawa on the last day of our three day stay. It was at the summit. We had to go through thick brush/jungle to the location. Kurosawa hit a rock face and his plane was fragmented. The engine used to be there but has since been removed. There is less at this site than at Stone’s P-40. We found bits of metal, Perspex and bits. Looking at the closeness to the summit, I realized that Kurosawa almost made it. Nobody but God and the pilots know who shot down whom and who was on the other’s tail that day. The result is the same: two warplanes wrecked and two pilots dead. Maybe more answers will be found on future expeditions. It was a great experience to go there to Tarac Ridge, Mariveles, Bataan. In time I hope to return. This was my first international warplane trip. I want to go to a Grumman F-6F Hellcat at Capas next.

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Dispatched to our recycle bins the memory of their suffering comes across as a thawing out window lost across the decades rather than perpetual constant moaning, An epitaph in the wind, sleeping in the distance with shell like heads and shaved eyes staring at the camera, counting to ten engulfed in silence in front of a candle between emotions that lie between the pair of them, praying silently their son wasn’t on the next train. (For Paul Cealan Who lost his parents during the Second World War) (A poem from the soon to be released split book 'Europa' with Nick Armbrister which explores real life stories set in the cruelty of War)

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Feb 23, 2014

Feb 23, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC

andy-n

Counting to Ten

Dispatched to our recycle bins the memory of their suffering comes across as a thawing out window lost across the decades rather than perpetual constant moaning, An epitaph in the wind, sleeping in the distance with shell like heads and shaved eyes staring at the camera, counting to ten engulfed in silence in front of a candle between emotions that lie between the pair of them, praying silently their son wasn’t on the next train. (For Paul Cealan Who lost his parents during the Second World War) (A poem from the soon to be released split book 'Europa' with Nick Armbrister which explores real life stories set in the cruelty of War)

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from my new anti war book Eventful War Nick Armbrister Toy Box To build an empire you need the right tools And Imperial Japan had those in abundance Armed to the teeth with skilled warriors willing to fight Advanced warplanes like the Zero, Val and Kate The best torpedoes in the world the Long Lance The Bushido fighting spirit of never surrender Outlawed explosive bullets won an empire A wicked tool was the ‘Assault No 1’ standard military-issue ****** **** as a weapon of war with Comfort Women the prize Fighting spirit blooded from 1931 until 1945 When the Divine Wind was unleashed Ravenously fighting till the Imperial Empire fell

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

Toy Box

from my new anti war book Eventful War Nick Armbrister Toy Box To build an empire you need the right tools And Imperial Japan had those in abundance Armed to the teeth with skilled warriors willing to fight Advanced warplanes like the Zero, Val and Kate The best torpedoes in the world the Long Lance The Bushido fighting spirit of never surrender Outlawed explosive bullets won an empire A wicked tool was the ‘Assault No 1’ standard military-issue ****** **** as a weapon of war with Comfort Women the prize Fighting spirit blooded from 1931 until 1945 When the Divine Wind was unleashed Ravenously fighting till the Imperial Empire fell

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Fish Food They build their little tin can ships So they can be seen to be strong With new destroyers to take a cruise on Along with big cruisers to fire missiles And submarines to dive deep and follow dolphins Not to forget aircraft carriers and their planes Each of these shiny new ships is useless If you put even a tiny hole in it Down to the seabed it goes The crew becoming fish food Just what is needed for national progression They should have built hospitals instead ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

poem from my new book 7

Fish Food They build their little tin can ships So they can be seen to be strong With new destroyers to take a cruise on Along with big cruisers to fire missiles And submarines to dive deep and follow dolphins Not to forget aircraft carriers and their planes Each of these shiny new ships is useless If you put even a tiny hole in it Down to the seabed it goes The crew becoming fish food Just what is needed for national progression They should have built hospitals instead ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Off the Back of a Truck The black painted truck drives about the country doing its job Moving things from A to B and losing them in-between Passing thru Chorley it drops a mountain bike without wheels Going past Leeds it discards a new microwave oven minus door In the middle of Rochdale it dumps a crate of empty beer bottles Speeding in Yeovil the truck gives out used bullet proof vests And at Aberdeen it abandons some PCs minus hard drives For Cardiff the lorry leaves hundreds of out of date pizzas Hours later in Birmingham hooded tops with just one arm are left The ******* trail goes to Whitby where books of fake stamps fall Onwards to York to discard plastic crosses with half a Nazarene Back to Dover to chuck a hundred coffee flasks with drilled hole On and on drives the strange lorry with its load of goodies All are useless and no use to anybody except a fool or idiot Like the one driving the truck on his nationwide dumping trip Ticking each place off his list as he follows his map A to ****** Z... ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

poem from my new book 5

Off the Back of a Truck The black painted truck drives about the country doing its job Moving things from A to B and losing them in-between Passing thru Chorley it drops a mountain bike without wheels Going past Leeds it discards a new microwave oven minus door In the middle of Rochdale it dumps a crate of empty beer bottles Speeding in Yeovil the truck gives out used bullet proof vests And at Aberdeen it abandons some PCs minus hard drives For Cardiff the lorry leaves hundreds of out of date pizzas Hours later in Birmingham hooded tops with just one arm are left The ******* trail goes to Whitby where books of fake stamps fall Onwards to York to discard plastic crosses with half a Nazarene Back to Dover to chuck a hundred coffee flasks with drilled hole On and on drives the strange lorry with its load of goodies All are useless and no use to anybody except a fool or idiot Like the one driving the truck on his nationwide dumping trip Ticking each place off his list as he follows his map A to ****** Z... ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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It seems like pain and regret are your best friends because our nights together seem only to lead to them. We’ve been lying to each other about our nights spent apart, hiding the evidence behind plastic smiles to spare each other another broken heart. I know what you did when you left my company for a girl you’ve claimed to have missed. I will not get jealous and call this thing between us quits, but tell me, does she touch you here like this? I see that she is beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful by far. I see that she makes you feel good about who you are. So tonight, I will **** you until you are too tired to leave because although she’s what you want, I am what you need. I guess she found out about our secret rendezvous and now she doesn’t want you anymore. Here you are crying and pleading to spend the night on my floor. Begging me to shelter you from the emptiness that presents itself in these cold, lonely streets have to offer. So, I step aside and lead you to your favorite place, entangled in my satin sheets. But I must warn you, these nights, past, present and for however long we have left mean nothing to me. I’ve been doing this for so long, I promise you I’ve seen it all. First, you’ll hate her, then you’ll want me; then you’ll miss her and you’ll hate me. I know you so well. I know your routine. This is all just a game to me. We mean nothing to each other. This is nothing new. I told you, a long time ago, not to get involved with a girl like me because you are solely a means to escape my present reality. So, don’t promise me that you won’t regret me like doing a line of ivory, like the tattoos on your skin or like taking the wrong pill. Don’t promise me that when you go back to her that you’ll remember me. So, I’ll own your soul for tonight only so that each time you **** her, it’s my face you’ll see. Written by: Helene J.C. Armbrister

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC

whoiscristinajxo

Wicked Games

It seems like pain and regret are your best friends because our nights together seem only to lead to them. We’ve been lying to each other about our nights spent apart, hiding the evidence behind plastic smiles to spare each other another broken heart. I know what you did when you left my company for a girl you’ve claimed to have missed. I will not get jealous and call this thing between us quits, but tell me, does she touch you here like this? I see that she is beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful by far. I see that she makes you feel good about who you are. So tonight, I will **** you until you are too tired to leave because although she’s what you want, I am what you need. I guess she found out about our secret rendezvous and now she doesn’t want you anymore. Here you are crying and pleading to spend the night on my floor. Begging me to shelter you from the emptiness that presents itself in these cold, lonely streets have to offer. So, I step aside and lead you to your favorite place, entangled in my satin sheets. But I must warn you, these nights, past, present and for however long we have left mean nothing to me. I’ve been doing this for so long, I promise you I’ve seen it all. First, you’ll hate her, then you’ll want me; then you’ll miss her and you’ll hate me. I know you so well. I know your routine. This is all just a game to me. We mean nothing to each other. This is nothing new. I told you, a long time ago, not to get involved with a girl like me because you are solely a means to escape my present reality. So, don’t promise me that you won’t regret me like doing a line of ivory, like the tattoos on your skin or like taking the wrong pill. Don’t promise me that when you go back to her that you’ll remember me. So, I’ll own your soul for tonight only so that each time you **** her, it’s my face you’ll see. Written by: Helene J.C. Armbrister

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Field Day Take a walk in the summer meadow and tell me What do you see? Different coloured flowers and countless insects Pollinating their flowers and plants Several different herbs and grasses All verdant and of living colour An artist called Mother Nature Created her canvas and smiled Giving life to a once barren field A hedgerow and copse of trees Add heartbeats to this living miracle Where words and clichés are impossible You have to take a stroll here and marvel Dream it all in and stop time dead Become the moment and live it forever Over and over again flowery meadow design ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

poem from my new book 3

Field Day Take a walk in the summer meadow and tell me What do you see? Different coloured flowers and countless insects Pollinating their flowers and plants Several different herbs and grasses All verdant and of living colour An artist called Mother Nature Created her canvas and smiled Giving life to a once barren field A hedgerow and copse of trees Add heartbeats to this living miracle Where words and clichés are impossible You have to take a stroll here and marvel Dream it all in and stop time dead Become the moment and live it forever Over and over again flowery meadow design ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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She Defeated Death She should have left the city when the chance was there. Before the Nazis came, closing the noose. She has so many regrets, except on her actions. Now she's at the wall,... the reasons crystal clear to her. Some things are priceless, unique. Like you my dear, now against the wall. Your dark brown locks hang by your shoulders, your pretty eyes scan the heavens, still defiant. Your lovely beautiful face stern. With death bearing down upon you, victory is yours. Crack go the rifles. Your ****** witnessed by the shot down RAF airman. You, the heroine, when the others were silent. Imagine your legacy and what you stand for fifty years from now. That matters. Though I don't know your name, I remember you and what you died for. (dedicated to an unnamed woman that a shot down RAF airman saw executed by the Nazis) out of our new book... Europa – in the dark valley between the world wars Out of the total darkness came a light brighter than infinite suns... Poetry on women (and men) in conflict Nick Armbrister And Andy N

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

She Defeated Death

She Defeated Death She should have left the city when the chance was there. Before the Nazis came, closing the noose. She has so many regrets, except on her actions. Now she's at the wall,... the reasons crystal clear to her. Some things are priceless, unique. Like you my dear, now against the wall. Your dark brown locks hang by your shoulders, your pretty eyes scan the heavens, still defiant. Your lovely beautiful face stern. With death bearing down upon you, victory is yours. Crack go the rifles. Your ****** witnessed by the shot down RAF airman. You, the heroine, when the others were silent. Imagine your legacy and what you stand for fifty years from now. That matters. Though I don't know your name, I remember you and what you died for. (dedicated to an unnamed woman that a shot down RAF airman saw executed by the Nazis) out of our new book... Europa – in the dark valley between the world wars Out of the total darkness came a light brighter than infinite suns... Poetry on women (and men) in conflict Nick Armbrister And Andy N

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My First Tattoo There was an 80s goth band who I used to love All About Eve dragged to the 90s oh so cool Touched By Jesus was their new album I saw them gig twice and bought the t-shirt And even got the tattoo on my right arm All About Eve in September 1991 I still love their music today... ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

poem from my new book 8

My First Tattoo There was an 80s goth band who I used to love All About Eve dragged to the 90s oh so cool Touched By Jesus was their new album I saw them gig twice and bought the t-shirt And even got the tattoo on my right arm All About Eve in September 1991 I still love their music today... ******* Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister

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Airspace Four lines between poems Or is it only three? This was the question That the pilot was pondering While his airliner flew Into the jagged mountain side All aboard were killed The pilot never did Resolve his query Was it three or four lines Between poems? from New Dawn 2971 Nick Armbrister

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC

nickarmbrister

Airspace

Airspace Four lines between poems Or is it only three? This was the question That the pilot was pondering While his airliner flew Into the jagged mountain side All aboard were killed The pilot never did Resolve his query Was it three or four lines Between poems? from New Dawn 2971 Nick Armbrister

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