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June 2018 One More
They’d got another one last night.
He’s given up the ghost,
He’d given up the fight
They found him early this morn.
The gaunt and haunted look upon his face
The rope lay wound around the small and twisted form.
No bullet holes or shrapnel wounds,
No blood, no snot, no gore,
Just another casualty
Of a long forgotten war.
Giajl © Jim Love
