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Piperboy

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What the heck i wrote this poem after my first visit to little round top at gettsburg in 96 . LAST SUNSET--No one will come to mend these wounds----My tears my cries fall on deafning ears-----My blood forms a crimson stream then pools in a lake of my eternity---I await my end---Dreading the march i must take--with my commarads in arms ----------------------- Many times i've died --Many more times will i rise again. ------ Thanks Jim
 
doing an Elvis Presley impersonation on stage in front of over one thousand people. He "represented" his pipeband whereas the other performers came from all over Holland to compete in this competition in a town where he was staying. He got a standing O for his performance ! I don't want to take ALL the credit for Jim's talents........just not my way Sunny. I humble and I'm proud of it. :blush: Seriously though.....Jim's a man of many talents. And as funny a person and as good a friend as anyone could hope to have. Loved both poems Jim !! :thumbup:
 
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