Mission 9-10-08

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    Mission 9-10-08
    These tears I wear are No armor
    as my defenseless tactics get the best of me
    Here I stand,
    Alone!
    Army of one...
    Not army strong... Mommy strong.
    As the images of my soon reality plays....
    ABORT...ABORT... Mission ABORTED!!!!
    6 weeks and 3 days later...
    Here I stand,
    Alone...
    Army of none!
    Not Army Strong... but Mommy strong!
    Reality has set... now in Debt.
    No amount of money can repay what I'll never forget!
    MISSION COMPLETE (c)

    SNC

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    1LostGypsy commented on Mission 9-10-08

    02-05-2009

    Sorry for your loss. You seemed to have gained more of a connection with yourself as a result. Good depth.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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