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[title] => War
[time] => 2005-04-05 21:13:50
[hometext] => Wrote this ages ago....unfortunately, it could be applied to modern days as well...
[bodytext] => War The hills are filled with battle cries And blood flies everywhere I search all over for my family But alas, they are not here A woman falls quite near to me And I see her blood stained face Oh God, I think as I stumble on We cannot even die with grace A bomb lands somewhere in front of me And I hear some startled cries In this red-orange deathly sky, while breathing In dust filled air I sigh, a bomb, I die. Carol L. Chadwick Aug.29,1980 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 57 [informant] => freckle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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