Cliff Notes
war be no game
war is men
in the trenches
on the line
up the hill
downwind
flying colors through the air
blue sky and rabid sun snapping
pictures of flapping angels
falling off a cliff
digging a deeper hole
amidst the powdery musket-mist
12/19/2019
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