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Post by GDelmarRatliff on Oct 10, 2004 15:33:56 GMT -5
The Nighttime Boys
dressed in conspicuous faces painted adorned, so stand-up the isles marched within are frivolous green and black upon black and white and blackness crumbling down daylight gone out of daylight and steadily deepening into the darkening the soldiers all left flank, right flank
among the sandstorms against the terrain, fluxing. they hold true to what is their own—<br>the I bought of a piece and the peace of land so grandiose prominent things outweigh themselves, outweighing the straight-backs and forty-five degree angles with elbows in place.
on this great command I stasis statuesque, a militant in earth tonal costume and high kicking the air. what a protector of love I am. the radars give life, night visional, jet-tanked rolling across the so hilly cold desert floors among the pay-backs, among the war—the nighttime boys.
G Delmar Raltiff
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Post by Trilliana on Oct 14, 2004 13:49:16 GMT -5
It was a little hard to understand... I felt a lot of sarcasm in it, but I didn't really understand how it was anti-war... It was very well written none of the less.
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