Poetic musings from the Front.
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The Wolf
A howl
Somber and cold
The Wolf cries out in loneliness
A low melancholy moan
For him alone
Cry not my brother
For we are kindred spirits
You and I
Though the pack has abandoned us
We will find our way
Lift your weary head
And howl in pride
For you
My friend
Are a testament to our
Freedom
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Retreat
Run! Soldier! Run!
Or the Mad Men w/ beards
Will kill you!
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Solitudarity (Or Observations: On Solitude)
Alone in my little box of wood
The carpet collects dust
My bed will break
And my weapons will soon rust
Outside
Airplane roar
Jet fighter scream
The Ghosts walk the white Earth
The Big Voice
Oh it's her again
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