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The War That Made Us
There was this old man
who was ferried in a wheelchair
and had a maid to bring drinks
to his lips.
His skin was rippled like a
strawberry, but instead of red
he was orange. Wrinkled, like a piece
of crushed paper, used and
He dipped frontwards,
hunchbacked like a wilted flower
and constantly shaking he was. With each
sip of tea, he sighed, a broken
Harry would stare
and stare in morbid curiosity.
"It's the war, sonny, "
the old man would look into Harry's
eyes, and remark ...