Julia Boon Biography

War is hell but you don't go crazy til its done.
We climbed over the top, we can never stop,
You don't go crazy till its done.
Shoot your guns and bang your drums,
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Mr doctor, you stared down at me,
You made your damming decree.
Broken at the core,
Washed ashore;
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What makes a father?
Is he altruistic, a knight in armour?
Is he tall, strong and bold?
No. No matter what you've been told.
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Burning tears run down my cheeks,
As they have for many weeks.
This thing is dead,
My mother said.
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A rose is pure contradiction.
Sweet scents and lovely colours.
Each rose unique, delicate and fine.
Yet a contradiction nonetheless.
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