All day, day after day, they’re bringing them home,
they’re picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they’re bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in
Man I hate
qcaa are the worst
Deeply poignant and full of images.
They all smell bad so blind people can hate them too
I need fuel
Really bad and black People smell
youre mum smells
Oxy, bud, Xan, Valium, Ket, shrooms LsDEE
did i ask
hmmmmmm this be intresting
on the long runways, the howl of their homecoming rises
surrounding them like their last moments.......//// homecoming hearts always feel happy, then their tears are the tears of happiness, their screaming is the scream of the getting back the smell of birth-land, their every nerve then feels the delightful rapture of paradise; greatly written this poem; enjoy to read
'telegrams tremble like leaves from a wintering tree
and the spider grief swings in his bitter geometry' - good as verses, but what is this poem about? Is it about bring home the bodies of the American soldiers who died in the 'Vietnam War'?
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Powerful poem of sadness. Truman should have been charged with treason for lying. Then Bush, Blair and cohorts. We let them off easy thats why wars dont end.
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You curry muncher
Can I get a couple kids in my basement it is empty from last nights raid
Me coming home:
I have come
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