John F. McCullagh Poems

The Government runs free health care-
for veterans of our foreign wars.
Their philosophy of care is sly-
Delay, deny and hope they die.
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Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Don’t talk the whole term long
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Triangle

I will never forget the sound
of their bodies as they hit the ground.
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You know my face yet forget my name,
but then, it's for my roles I'm known.
I've spend a lifetime in the game.
Now, in the shadows, I am alone
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I would listen, in the dark, as the L.P. circled round.
A big fan, I'll admit it, of this petite brunette's sound.
I was shocked the day I heard you'd starved yourself to death.
Talent, beauty, youth all gone; the recordings all you left.
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Here, in the depths of winter, when the earth is bare and brown,
You will notice, if you look carefully, depressions in the ground.
My guide told me that here there are about one hundred men
who served beneath the Stars and Bars and gave their lives for them.
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A steady gentle rain had fallen throughout the night before.
Morning dawned, grey and dreary, like the butternut they wore.
A.P. Hill was on the march, speeding towards the sound,
the distant sounds of battle, as they marched through Frederick town.
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An old and tattered Bible Is the crux of a dispute.
Bernice King has possession of what her brothers see as loot.
The book was dear to Doctor King thru trials and tribulations
And with him on the Selma march in the days that changed the nation.
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Living on a minor planet near a very average star,
There arose a type of primate, the most inquisitive by far.
Not the strongest or the fastest of the animals on earth,
but blessed with an intelligence that quickly proved its worth.
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I was then but middle-aged, established in my world.
She was a young ingenue, a lithe and lovely girl.
she knew about the ring I wore, the promise it contained,
but we were both the worse for drink and passions were inflamed.
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