Thursday, January 2, 2003

No Bugles In The Morning Comments

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I seen the flash, I heard the blast, the chopper was ablaze--
The treetops were dancing when the sanguine sky was hazed.
I heard a cry, I heard a moan, I heard the bugles call. So I walked among the woods quietly all night long;
There was not a moon lit night nor a blinking star.
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Joseph Rodrigues Jr.
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Joseph Rodrigues Jr.

Joseph Rodrigues Jr.

Belvedere, California
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