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We Don’t Always Get Up

??? – Politics as Usual Born my son of youth, My pride shadowed you, Our long talks  sitting under the stars, Your wisdom learning astounding. You followed me, To the sky, Your letters,  soothed ego,  in uniform you came, healthy and strong. Randomness comes, without warning, Often Chaos follows, tragedy forms, Every rising sun, inContinue reading “We Don’t Always Get Up”