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  1. Posted April 24, 2024 at 6:26 pm | Permalink

    Just visiting, this republic, born and bred, led and fed, RIP the dead,
    What’s to become? I am a native son,
    Done my duty when called, a marksman’s eye I seemed to have, took to my weapon like a friend, strip and re-assemble in 90 seconds flat, now for that you may doff your cap,

    Then the time came, I needed help having lost my place in the game,
    My brain was soaked in blood, splinters of skull, embedded by the kicks to my head, less said, so I cried and applied,
    Got help from various, some being precarious, but mend I did, look at me now, a happy kid, so grateful to be born in such a good place, in humanity’s race, it comes first place.

    Anthony Mc Gann.
    20/4/24. 20.17.

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