Cousin John
War is such an awful thing,
insanity can sometimes bring,
like my cousin the zippo man,
who burnt the huts the squealing and,
came home and shot himself...
poor John was damned...by Vietnam.
sad and true and tears the heart,
war is deadly, the aching part,
they go away, do not return,
just leave living heartache burns,
no delight...Don Johnson
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