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By rondtm
Weep warchild weep Weep and gnash your cutting teeth At last you're on your own Hunker down in your swaddling clothes Now make not a sound or peep No one is listening anyways as monsters grown Stalk the ground In the closet between the shadows under your bed The dismembered hand will creep Anonymous remains all who guards the tombs of the unknown Soldier sleepI get on the net too infrequently. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 05:25 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Weep warchild weep..."