my man went to war
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my man went to war
my man went to war
my man went to war
i shall see him no more
my blood will eternally boil
the truth being he perished for oil
25 years from time of loving birth
all wasted for the black shit of earth
if i ever give birth to a precious little son
i'll tell him straight out "run baby run"
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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.