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Old Man (Free verse) by keatsImnot

Old Man Today I met an old man in a worn out dirty raincoat. Who said he'd been a soldier, and had fought four years in France. He didn't look a soldier, he looked so frail and feeble. So far away from fighting, in the fields where poppies dance.

god'swife 16-Jan-03/3:25 AM
So we kicked the shit out of him and hit him hard in the head with our bong, man. Then the police came and said the dude was dead.




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