Array ( [sid] => 183895 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Korean Soul [time] => 2017-01-08 14:13:41 [hometext] => A tale of forbidden humanity [bodytext] => A South Korean boy was found;
In a bomb ditch, nearly drowned.
With no one left to take him in;
The GI Joes adopted him.

Gave him clothes and every week;
A few new English words to speak.
The first sentence he composed:
“I no like learn English, Joe.”

Cleaned him up and named him Clover.
Army rations won him over;
Suspicious of what was inside;
The outer labels were his guide;

Peaches pictured on the tin;
Meant peaches would be found within!
Thus on Clovers DONT EAT list:
Aunt Jemima Pancake mix.

My brother told his tales to me;
When he came home in ’53.
Knowing as they all did then;
They’d never see that boy again.

Sometimes in his reverie;
He’ll call me Clover absently.
And smile and wink with old mans eyes;
Recalling under war-torn skies;
They all were boys, too soon, too wise.
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Korean Soul
Date: Sunday, 8th January 2017 @ 02:13:41 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
A South Korean boy was found;
In a bomb ditch, nearly drowned.
With no one left to take him in;
The GI Joes adopted him.

Gave him clothes and every week;
A few new English words to speak.
The first sentence he composed:
“I no like learn English, Joe.”

Cleaned him up and named him Clover.
Army rations won him over;
Suspicious of what was inside;
The outer labels were his guide;

Peaches pictured on the tin;
Meant peaches would be found within!
Thus on Clovers DONT EAT list:
Aunt Jemima Pancake mix.

My brother told his tales to me;
When he came home in ’53.
Knowing as they all did then;
They’d never see that boy again.

Sometimes in his reverie;
He’ll call me Clover absently.
And smile and wink with old mans eyes;
Recalling under war-torn skies;
They all were boys, too soon, too wise.


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