Broken Ridge Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Broken Ridge



over at ol broken ridge
i did some things
i was in a war
at ol broken ridge
this ditch
diddnt switch
it just twitch
this ol trigger finger
look and linger
i am a star
i are
see, the war
iraq
no matter about that
not with ol broken ridge over there
an irishman and his dillusion.
where?

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