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by Dennis Underwood

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They said that it’s
Time to go home.
But where could they send me?
Who am I to go there?
I am a something spewed from
A Hell of bullets, bombs,
Screaming and death.
I am a smear of pain
That cannot heal.
So where could they send me?
Where would be home?

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