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good point

Posted to Poetry and Politics




a war peotry challenge
the words
putrid stench
maggots
shredded bodies
chicken fried babies
I know what you mean about the beauty, but I am not a poet, but I can still cry at the beutifull and terrible. just farting around here trying to get focused listening to the news from Iraq, woe is us.
peace