From birth your time, they say, will come. Your family excited, the papers, you sign. Guns flare. The uncles, the grandads, the fathers - those left - they say, your time will come. You sign, they cheer, you fight, they boo. Your war will come.
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Your poetry is interesting! I really enojoyed some of the themes that you have written about. Would you like to submit some of your work for the winter issue of the Lit eZine magazine? Here’s the link
https://manicsylph.com/lit-ezine-submissions/
Happy writing!
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Thank you! That’s so kind! I’ll send you a submission.
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Got that!
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