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The Retreat: Part 9

The Retreat: Part 9 Coming Down The Hill We were warned That the high upon high May not hold or be well-received By the mere mortals below Yet Cliff's Band of Merrymen And bonus babes March forth from Santa's workshops To conquer, resettle The islands of misfits The planets of normies Like vets returning from battle The wars at home continue Some nuclear But mostly whack-a-mole Requiring each sentinel To cover each shift and flank With desperate precision Because PTSD Pleading Towards Sobriety Daily Isn't as glamorous as it sounds. (3/26/17)

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