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Well I came here invited
To write a verse or two,
Because I was a poet and a veteran
Who had a personal view.
On war I had not written,
But a poem here and there,
But on request I was smitten,
Thus I wrote such verse to share.
It started back in two thousand and one,
And I had a lot to write,
In a way that no one else had done,
The fires of truth to light.
And though a lot of friends I've won,
Some still think I'm their plight.
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Now they have become my family,
Of poets and writers of tales,
I am graced with their friendship,
Just by posting my e-mails.
On the net you can be someone,
Or you can bring yourself down,
Though it does not matter much to me,
Weather I swim or I drown.
But it is nice to know folk like you,
When you've seen the other side,
That's why the truth is better,
Than stubborn bluddy pride,
Unknown to the old fence sitter
And those who've never tried.
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We are a bunch of different people,
All kind in our own way,
Some are angels in the steeple,
Some are rough and tough and grey.
But all in all we manage
To write a line or two,
Often expressing to encourage
Or pushing our own view.
We may not agree; nor want to,
Who cares, it matters not,
I'll be me and you'll be you,
The rest? We'll have them shot!
.... But when the day is ended,
Ourselves is all we've got.
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