Thursday, April 30, 2009

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Rating: 5.0

In the dark twisted depths of despair
salamone staggeres into his filthy lair
reeking of opium, whiskey and rum
into his quarters, they looked so glum
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Shaun Cronick 26 June 2020

A great poem demonstrating war's cause and harsh affects on the civilian population. ! 0++ and thank you for writing and sharing, take care..

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Gordon Saunders 05 May 2009

thanks very much for all your kind comments, i am truly flabergasted at the response.

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Joey Infante 30 April 2009

many have died of wars, many families broken... ur good in historic poetry. kip it up.....

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Joseph Poewhit 30 April 2009

War brings the outlets of drugs and the bottle into a desired light

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Angela L Burke 30 April 2009

This could apply to all countries and all wars, many have walked in these shoes even still today......I like poetry about history and I enjoyed this one very much.

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Colin J... 30 April 2009

When I was young, I would see tramps on the streets and my mum would tell me that they were soldiers who couldn't get jobs. That was how their country treated them for their heroism... Great write... Colin J...

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Gillian.E. Shaw 30 April 2009

Enjoyable - nice pace. So good to reminis sometimes.

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