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The Year,Will Never, Leave me...
The Year, Will Never, Leave me...
Perhaps, it's just, me......
But, it would seem.
My feet, are terribly....... cold.
At this time, of year.
And sleep, is hard to come.
Like, there's an expectancy.....
In the sunny, May time .....air.
A coldness, of a mortal chill.
That's blown in, from my past.
To remind me of time,long ago.
Of when we headed....... south.
To find a winter, far down below.
Where the wind, of war......
brushed, my soul.
Where my brothers fell.
Whence, it began in a May.
On the 21st,
In
1982.
Giajl © Jim Love
