My socks will do, can’t find my shoes, somewhere… some… I’ll have a coffee, where’s the pot… close that window block out the noise. Where are they all going on a Sunday morn…? One filter left, better make a full… probably church… I should… ten cups will do… thought about you yesterday, our conversation…. I’m out of sugar… must go to the store… now here’s my right shoe… can’t talk to you any more… so where’s my left...? our thoughts meet crabwise… how can we ever agree...? last time I looked I had two feet…
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsmen, Amber Fox, Luke Owens , Wade Scott and Ross Miller wake up in an Army hospital in Germany.
Thus, begins a months long recovery for all of them. A
Wounded veteran and battered woman face more trials together!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsman, Wade Scott wakes up in an Army hospital in Germany with his right arm gone. His other friends were wounded too. Luk
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Regis
Very, very unique -- a write so descriptive, you can actually 'feel' the 'crabgrass' -- Bravo on this intelligent prose! *Burger, anyone?
Robert
At least you didn't lose your car keys!
Meet up soon,
cynth'ya
Excellent.
Love Tinka
the way so many relationships are. One wonders
how we ever make it;-)Superbly expressed!
Hope they had sugar.
Totally a unique poem, love the kinda monolouge