An Old Exercise: Run for your Life

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    An Old Exercise: Run for your Life
    Boom . . . Boom
    Mortars falling
    Run into the bunker
    Hope to GOD it stops raining Death
    Boom . . . Boom!



    Wayne Smith 2008

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    Dusty commented on An Old Exercise: Run for your Life

    03-17-2009

    "raining death" two words that tell it all.
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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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