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Benedict Arnold’s Dream
Contributed by
xsitm
on
Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 11:18:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Jennys hands began to tremble as she held the letter Of processed paper, an American flag stamp And words she swore would define her life She wasted no time breaking the spit dried seal Scratching it off as if her future was some cheap lottery ticket And as she collapsed to the floor in tears She could have sworn the words said Sorry, thanks for playing
David woke early leaving his wife and kids asleep Quickly escaping into his silver Mercedes Benz But something felt strange and wrong at the office Two doctors and several tests later confirmed it On his way home that night he stopped by the toy store Suddenly remembering it was his sons birthday Its sad when cancer has to take your body To give you back your soul
I guess it doesnt matter what side you choose Both muskets and pens lead to dead ends And battle won today, may already be lost tomorrow But as for me, Id rather be a Redcoat than a blue suit.
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xsitm
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2007-11-07 11:18:43] (Date/Time posted on
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