John Kinard Poems

Gone from here for just 8 years, gone for time that made her cry.
Gone for time I missed my Dad, gone for things that made me lie.
I made it though my CO's wrath, I moved through bloody, metal mud.
I saw blistered babies in Iraq, I saw my friend be a dad as should..
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What's left

As I walk the patterned lemming road,
I dwell on how I've thus far trod;
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Mollie

No more shall we know,
Our days unfulfilled,
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