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April 26, 2005

White Tavern

He sat in disarray of life's discord
With mangled beard and tattered coat and yet
His eyes were clean as surgeons' knives and cut
Into our talk -- a Vietnam lost vet

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:16 PM