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From the Very First Moment
The way I’d hold your big hand
between my own tiny ones and squeeze
to keep you put wasn’t nice
and didn’t work. You were always gone
as stolen money or an AWOL private
lept off the back of a truck,
too afraid of the war to really go.
between my own tiny ones and squeeze
to keep you put wasn’t nice
and didn’t work. You were always gone
as stolen money or an AWOL private
lept off the back of a truck,
too afraid of the war to really go.
Posted 02/10/13
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