chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Rookie (04 30 1969 / fernanadina a.k.a ghost town)

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

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
no matter about that
not with ol broken ridge over there
an irishman and his dillusion.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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