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Not By Bread
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Falklands 82 Not By Bread
Energy in the form of.....
Little grey swirls,
Brushed aside the grass.
Coppery messages,
from......
Death.
They passed me by.
Drawing fragments,of my soul.
Sucked by the bullets wake.
My fear, for a moment gone.
Until, we rose, to fight.
And I stood ....,
Alone.
Giajl © Jim Love
Not By Bread Alone
To stand with the fallen - u have seen and survived - slc