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Not that I Need, But I'm Having a Drink 

For the end of a war.

That happened, four and three decades, ago.

I'm drinking now, with dead, 

and talking softly.... as not to wake, the living.

But then again... I'm all alone.

And dead men, tell.... no, tales.

I only know, wheres, lie the fallen. 

For, those that live, that ever wander.

Those I call my brothers. 

They are scattered, to the winds..... and more!

So who would say....? 

While sitting at a table, in the 

Great  Hall of Valhalla.

That I'm not alone, for.....

The dead, remain ...inside, my.. head.

And  ....,

I can see them 

everyday single day.

Giajl © Jim Love