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The American Soldier (Sonnet) by x0lovelylarnx0

A soldier goes off to war He hopes he's coming back He sits and waits for more On his way out he carries a sack Hopes he never has to see a friend die He preys to God he won't have to fire He can't sleep or lie He listens to every command from his sire Thank god for all our troops They are giving up months of their life When they could be shooting hoops Instead they signed up for a fight He gets off his boat When he saw his family he found hope

Sasha 25-Jul-04/1:14 PM
If there was any shred of a doubt that you're a minor, it's gone now. Who else but a teenager with a limited vocabulary (or a senior suffering from a degenerative mental disorder, which, I suppose is a slim possibility here) would call me a Loser when there are so many more creative things an immature person could say like, for example, little bleeding twat, ugly pustule, and nut licker- all of which I would validly apply to you if I were not so sure somebody else in your sad life already had.

There. Now retorts should follow something like that.




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