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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.
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Posted: January 16, 2003 2:16 AM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2003 2:16 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11053 Comments:
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16-Jan-03/3:25 AM
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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.
I met an old guy in France who was a soldier many years before. He spoke better English than most Englishmen.
I'm partial to poppies and soldiers, and revolution. Not just because i have the band morphine blaring 11 currently either. nice quick verse here. cut and dry. have a 9.
leaves you hang(no real end)
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