

The BattleJohn lay on the floor, a hole ripped in his chest The shrapnel had hit with a terrible sound The horrified eyes of his mates were above Below was the mud and the blood and the groundThe Battle
His mind wandered back, in the usual way To the days when his heart was both merry and light When he'd lived in the village with Ma and with Pa
N'er a hint of the mud and the blood and the fight
He hadn't been smart, or proficient with words He'd worked on the farm, amongst crisp trees and grass He breathed the fresh air, he took care of his stock Now he breathes in the mud and the b
Cash Pilot
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...and you can consider that the end of the matter.
btw i'm not that good.
i'll have a look now i've accually looked down my page.
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Sorry.
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...and you can consider that the end of the matter.
it's good to have critique no matter how harsh, as long as if it's with good reason. I'm used to getting 'thats rubbish' or 'thats good' with no real reason.
I'm still learning, and hoping to pick up skills along the way. The intro i posted isnt fully defined if you know what i mean.
Oh, and don't be sorry, you did exactly what i wanted
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To live is to die.
Umm... Not all to sure what to say. i'll be sure to check out your writing sometime! (when i'm not falling asleep)
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MY LJ: [link]
sorry i was just bored and snooping about.
thank you very much thought.
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Sorry.
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MY LJ: [link]
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Sorry.
i really like the things you write, they're very interesting and thought provoking
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A clean mouth is a happy mouth!
I'm impressed that you read them so quickly...
I will make an effort to read something by you, if you care to recommend a story by yourself.
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Sorry.
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