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[aid] => mick
[title] => the soldiers rise again
[time] => 2003-11-24 00:25:27
[hometext] => the horrors of war.
[bodytext] => I was just a hometown boy Then they shipped me to nam and I became coy Help the wounds in my head And tell my friends not to come when they're dead Something has got to give me a new edge I can't watch anyone else walk off a ledge I wrap another coffin in blue,white, and red Tell my friends not to come when they're dead I've got to storm the fields So I can't believe death is always what a bullet yields I gather my dead friends and they reak of blood and meds Tell my friends not to come when they're dead. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 57 [informant] => ponyboy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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